One hot summer afternoon, I was trying to write, but I just couldn't get inspired. I needed a break! Who would've thought that soon I'd be in arizona, hanging from cliffs and white-water rafting? Grandfather shortpaws ha...One hot summer afternoon, I was trying to write, but I just couldn't get inspired. I needed a break! Who would've thought that soon I'd be in arizona, hanging from cliffs and white-water rafting? Grandfather shortpaws had sent me on a hunt for his old friend -- the red bandit.
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