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Cupcake got us official credentials, so we wouldn't have to pay to get in. Max forgot hers, but she slimed in with us anyway. |
| We couldn't find Cupcake and she was pissed, thinking we'd blown her off. When we hooked up later, she refused to believe that we ever showed up, so I bet her a dollar for every photo of Fake Wagner at the Highland Games. |
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I took only these two photos at the games. Wish I'd have taken more; could've paid for photo developing.
Cropped out of the right side of this photo: nudist Germans. Inexplicably, they were clothed. |
| Cupcake didn't stay mad forever. In fact, the next day she gave us commemorative medallions. |
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We found out later that our credentials entitled us both to free victuals and also to cut in front of the long lines. Damn.
But we didn't really have time, anyhow: we had an appointment to visit the amazing Self-Cleaning House. |
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