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There it was. I could see it ahead of my way. The bright Green Pipe. Smiling happily, I got off my horse carefully. When joyful music tunes your senses; when no wind blows throw your hair although you are on top of a mountain;when the smell of chips wafts under your nose, then you know you are at Green pipes world to see the ultimate Green pipe. My bag-where I left at home-had my weapons in it. I needed it now, but it didnt matter right now. I swam towards it. The pipe were there waiting for me. Climbing helplessly, I began my climb. Oh no!

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