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February 26, 2007

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My dad used to take me to up Nova Scotia over Christmas breaks, and we'd bow-hunt the wily Burping Seal.

We'd sit out on the frozen bay, listening intently, and soon enough, the sound would rise up from below the ice..."BrrrrrrrrAAP!"

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