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It was one of those unusually serene moments when there was no family over, the children were quietly entertaining themselves somewhere else in the house, and the wife was busying herself with tasks, either real or perceived. I laid down on the bed with a glass of scotch and closed my eyes. Silence, at long last. The slight hum of the ceiling fan caught my attention and my eyes snapped open. I imagined I heard the sound of a Bell UH-1 overhead, and the opening strains of Jim Morrison's allegorical 'The End' began playing in my head. "The horror." I whispered to myself..."The horror."
We leave tomorrow morning.
And here's the outcome...
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