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It was a dark time. The only light was the glorious consortium of friends who convened for an epic Memorial Day weekend party and we were on our porch drinking and spider twerking and suddenly you, the Merman, appeared out of the darkness, clearly on your way home from the bars, and you were immediately drawn to our exeuberence and BDE and asked to join us. We enthusiastically received you as our newest recruit. You identified yourself as an international arms dealer. But when a group of us drunkenly frolicked to the beach for sunrise, you came along for the ride, but you suddenly disappeared in such a way that we could only conclude that you had swum back into the ocean from whence you came. Maybe you are an aquatic arms dealer? Anyway we’re having a party again this year, you should swim on by
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