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wow, loot!

cam is taking out the trash. he has left me in charge of the woot-off vigil. should the bag of crap come up before his return, i have been given instructions as to the proper course of action. his trusty credit card sits by my side, the back facing up so i can easily see his security code (i have been told that i will need it). for once, i swear, this prize will not pass cam by. not on my watch.

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