Please, no more of this
falling off the mountain. Let's
get an espresso.
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I usually fall onto the mountain. I think that must a great skill to fall off the mountain and then only worry about getting an espresso. Is it the same phenomona as the water going down the drain in a different direction in the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern Hemisphere? LOL
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