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Winter takes
its sweet-ass time here in Williamstown, and round about January,
we natives get mighty restless. For a while, we engaged in conventional
timekills, like skiing, and renting movies, and working. But that
gets old, you know? And that's when this weird ritual was born. It's
a pretty private affair, frankly. Just a group of Tripod jokers, some
booze, and if we're lucky, a full moon. But one time — and one
time only — someone let Camera Boy slip through, and now you
too can experience... |
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