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With luck going my way, the wind also calms down, and I go ahead and throw all the dried weeds on the fire. They go up in a big ball of flame. (There ya go, Mike.
It's your big fire.)
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With luck going my way, the wind also calms down, and I go ahead and throw all the dried weeds on the fire. They go up in a big ball of flame. (There ya go, Mike.
It's your big fire.)
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