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BOX OF TRICKS
My travel bags expanded as quickly as the weeks passed. By the time we stood at the check-in desk the toy chest boasted three production strap-ons, four hotchpotch creations of my own and a roving eye that would spy on us from the beach.
As expected, I was standing on the beach with my hand firmly wrapped around my baby’s perfectly formed body within a moment of stepping off the plane. It was time to put theoretical research into motion, and I started tightening the screws of the F-hot Mast Mount against the mast of a 5.2 Move.
