It's that time again where I regale you all with yarns about my excursions into the glamorous life of competitive fencing. This event takes us to exotic Lincoln, NE where Omaha is suitably mutual and the corn is decidedly husked.
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Neither sleet, nor rain, nor dead of night )
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Are there any regulations on that sort of thing? Or does one simply stab the crap out of him 'til he wises up and gets a jacket that fits snugly?
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