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You can take what life has to offer or you can
sit in the corner of a very small, very dreary, room. The kind of room that smells like feces and
tastes like chocolate ice cream. That's the Catch-22 of it all! We called it Ick Cream and we
aren't really sure what's going on anymore so we
hopped the last train to Chatanooga and headed into
a land filled with dragons, fairies and other such whimsical creatures. A magical ending to a magical day.
