Ah, she's brilliant. Miss, I finally got plans out the group chat. We get it. Four votes for a festival,

three for a city break. It's hard to adhere to everyone's needs. There's Betty with her oversized

tent. Sarah and her six foot eight boyfriend.

All right.

Roger Junior and his dog, Roger Senior.

And don't get us started on Mel.

But, like a marriage counselor, she's the one keeping things together.

All aboard Miss I finally got plans out the group chat.

Keep everyone's plans alive when you travel with us.

P, and O'Ferees, there is another way. Chainlight and flying dogs. I'm writing this not because I'm trying to make believers out of everyone. Those that would believe

what I have to say probably already believed before I came along, and the ones that don't

believe me probably never will.

I can't change that and I doubt if anything ever will.

But at least I'll sleep easier knowing that everyone,

or at least everyone who hears this, will know to watch out for things.

Stuff is out there, more stuff than you ever imagined.

More stuff than I ever imagined. I'll tell you that.

I was always slow to make fun of people who told stories that were hard to swallow.

I wasn't there so I never felt that I had the right to call any man a liar.

I believed some of those storytellers to be stretching things a little,

but I always figured that something had happened, but over time they just got better at

telling about it.

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