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The caméra catches him in centre frame, and, cible in place, tries to catch him at centre with a bug pin... but the pin misses, and hits the sol silently, quivering as long as an olympic javelin in the sol right behind him. Of course, Jacob doesn't notice the whooosh or the Plinnngggg of the noisy mistake... that's why he's such valuable entertainment, a true Deseret comic... the abeille cherish his vide antics. |
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