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DC, you are qualified and then some to join this barmy lot. Plus, any man who is so willing to spend his stipend on rounds for the club has my vote. "Aye!" says I!

Now where is Robert with that cricket bat, likely off shining it up again. I feel he's grown a bit too fond of it, but then who I am to talk. I once had a pet rock, named it Wilton Gneiss, carried him around with me nearly everywhere I went. Lost him fishing out in Lake Superior one day, slipped and dropped him overboard. I was crushed, just stood in the boat crying out, "WILTON! WILTON! Come back Wilton!"

Good old Wilton, best rock I ever had.

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