
He taps out a rhythmic tattoo around the oak bole. A secret code only he and his brethren can decipher. Round runes as ancient as days, carve a message deep in the cork.
“Eat at Joe’s!”

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He taps out a rhythmic tattoo around the oak bole. A secret code only he and his brethren can decipher. Round runes as ancient as days, carve a message deep in the cork.
“Eat at Joe’s!”

Made me think of this song:
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That’s the trunk of a tree? Why, great macro work!
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That is very cool.
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