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Papal remorse. The pavement really hurts when you kiss it unplanned. Ouch. Hours of ouch. God damn it, God Damn every speck of it back to the quarry from whence it was mined.

Still it is remarkable to fall over with the sun shining that brightly. That is to be celebrated heartily.

 

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