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Ah, yes. We are of the lost generation, my friend. Ever there on the background, barely noticed by others. We would have been Old Coots but for the ancient blueboarders in whose shadow we must stand forever. We would have been youngsters but for the little ones darting from room to room, making loud noises and tripping others as they pass by. It is a hard life...
I seem to recall you left your social life on Stealthies, by the way. A lovely view on the terrace there.
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