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Robby was all over it, snagging every wave as we shared and ripped them apart together. Even with the increased breeze we still needed jetski assistance to get back to the line-up. I would be sitting on the back of the ski holding my gear watching Robby drop into a bomb hooting and shouting at him. We started doing some crossovers, where one of us waits on top of the lip until the other bottom turns under the other. I hadn’t done that since Jaws a few years ago.