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We don't like Russia feeling alone.
Funny, I was just mentioning to Agent BB2 about the meteor that flew directly over my head one night years ago outside the Petrolia Grange Hall. It looked as big as the one that hit Russia yesterday, but I think it may have been smaller and closer. We were waiting for a big explosion and flames to come leaping out of the trees, but it must've landed in the ocean, because all that ensued was the muffled sound of the band inside the hall and a cosmos full of stars overhead. It was about eight of us outside to smoke and gab. We all just went, "Wow," skipped a few beats and started gabbing again.
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