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calls me a Dick!
Results coming as soon as breakfast finished.
I should clarify: didn't actually think you were a dick; that thought just went through my head when I heard a disembodied voice describing my slow and painful efforts, just as they became slower and painfuller... Anyway, at 3:14 finishing time, perhaps the real dick here is, uh, the truth? Which hurts a little less than the climb.
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Okay, but now you have to tell me what chorley cake is. Seriously, I'm an idiot/American... the only cake we have other than banana (bread) and cornbread is apple pie. I tried stuffing apple pie into my jersey pocket once, and it really didn't go well. The ice cream melted right away, too.