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Here's a shot of the Inception crew's backyard, covered in vibrant fingerprints of red and orange and yellow. Ruining an attempt at a pile (Yusuf has never been big on that thing called "manual labor" and the rake is a rather confusing lawn instrument ) is Pancake, of whom you must all be either thoroughly enamored or, at the very least, inundated with. From offscreen comes Yusuf's voice, ] I wonder how many of these are curse-modified stratum corneum...
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aka ew Pancake u nasty ]
For what it's worth, I appreciate the seasons the City affords. Mombasa doesn't see a Fall season, so raking leaves and parsing out the
heat function on the thermostat is still novel to me.
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A pause, in which Pancake fails utterly to see himself as a hinderance to the raking process. ] Not sure what I'm supposed to do once they're all raked up, but I suppose we surmount one obstacle at a time...