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unfortunately those bastards
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didn't leave until well into sunset. so we flew in the dark by sound. covert ops! i swear that shortly before it became truly too dark to see, and after twice crashing into two different baseball diamond backstops, i had a turn at flight that lasted through an in-control, hundred yard figure eight and back towards us (nervous-makingly) before coming to as graceful a landing as is possible for a styrofoam craft equipped with no wheels that is in the process of coming apart. very many thanks for a very fun afternoon are due to north carolinian john michael dosier, who should have been present.