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I'm betting Col. Mustard, with the pipe, in the conservatory.
21 October 2017
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No, it was me. I was 2 1/2 years old on that day, and you know about the Terrible Twos. JFK had pre-empted my kiddie TV show, and I said "Gaa gaa, goo goo, I'm gonna get YOU!" Lugging that Mannlicher Carcano up those stairs was a problem at that age and size, but determination will always get you through! ;)
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