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        The frisbee whizzes past you, almost clipping your ear.

        You spin in the direction it came from to find your friends Jim and Kathy standing at the other two points of a triangle.

        "Good job, jackass," Kathy sneers.

        You flip her the bird and turn to go looking for the frisbee.

        But you don't have to go far.  Within seconds a golden retriever comes trotting out of the crowd, the frisbee tight in his triumphant teeth.  He zips past you – probably off to bury his prize somewhere.

        You turn back to Jim and Kathy.  "Anyone got a hacky sack?"

        And the world fades around you.

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