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I think I'm starting to forget my English, which is tragic since my Spanish doesn't fill the gap. When the juggler pulled out this one-wheeled thingamabob, I told San Geraldo, "Look, he's got a unicorn... Wait... That's not right. Unicycle." At least I can still tell when it's not right.
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| PLAYING WITH FIRE... ON A UNICORN, THURSDAY NIGHT. |
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| FRIDAY NIGHT. THE UNICORN (I THINK IT'S THE SAME ONE) AS SEEN FROM OUR TERRACE. |
The Dragons
Speaking of fire (and extinct creatures), some of the sand sculptors along the beach have been having a good time creating dragons. A number actually breathe fire. Others don't need to.
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| FIRE-BREATHING DRAGON. |
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| NO FIRE, BUT I WOULDN'T MESS WITH HIM. |







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