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When I was a boy, I’d leave in the morning with a big walking stick and climb wild hills. I’d roam for miles. I’d clamber over fences and walk fearless through strangers’ woods and find myself by a stream. I’d drink till I was filled and find rocks to throw and be home by supper.
10 pm and it’s time for bed. See you tomorrow, friends! Can’t wait to see you all in the morning.