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Every time Brian comes to town, something wierd happens with the weather. This time it's a huge snowstorm forecast.
Brian: The Pink Pistols will be having a luncheon with shooting afterwards on Saturday... interested?
Wolfie, you're invited too, of course.
Unless we cancel for snow... in which case Gwennie and I may just potshot squirrels and rabbits in the backyard. :-)
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