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Shall think themselves accursed they were not here

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In England this morning.
The opening meet of the local hunt.
Glass of port, slice of fruit cake, old chums, well turned out horses and riders, sunshine, old parkland trees, a proper country house, eager hounds and ready laughs; There was nowhere better to be anywhere.

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A great scene, Pikeys and dogs out this morning...the locals very unhappy.

thud, I don't think you were there. I don't see any pikeys, or unhappy locals.

No, no... the dogs were there to help hunt down the Pikeys. At least, that's how I would arrange it.

By the Lord Harry. Not a gum tree in sight.

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