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In reading Franks story of the flamingos, it jogged a memory of practical joking gone wild between a buddy and me when we lived back in Victoria. Now Ed and I were good buddies; we had been so since he had emigrated to Canada from England back in the early 1970s. He had married a lovely young lady who we knew. She had gone over to England for a visit to some relatives and while she was there, she met Ed. She came home and they conversed back and forth over the next few months. Wouldn
understanding THAT accent! But hey, you fixed his truck for free! He should have been really happy that he had such a caring friend! Pink?? What's wrong with pink???
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