If you happen to be an old sea dog and know how to listen carefully, you can hear the ocean spin her yarns of great sea ventures of ye great glorious olden days of wooden ships and sail.
Specifically Mille Lacs Lake in Minneapolis. I envision a dream home there.
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Or not. (Cough, cough.)
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The two of us, you and I, hopping into the shower together beforehand should take care of things like that.
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How far from your place, más o menos?
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