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So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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Kildare. The lights from Leixlip Confey Train Station could be seen up ahead and this would be our next rest stop. Given I had a large group of relay runners.

So, I’m on my way back, feeling pretty good about myself. I swing by the park on Elm St. to take a breather. Kids are playing, dogs are barking, and I’m just chillin’. But then, I see this lady feeding the pigeons. And guess what? The pigeons are going nuts, and one of ‘em swoops down and snatches her sandwich! I’m dying laughing. Like, “Lady, you gotta watch your food in Confey!”

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