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... Flashbulbs, but at Least there's Wine
The after-party very quickly got out of hand. The crews from the race, both winners and losers, didn't seem to discriminate in their celebration. The closest bar, a rustic timber establishment called the Pour House, was bursting at the seams with jubilant aircrew, locals, and fans who had come from far and wide to witness the spectacle of the race.
Abraham, already several ales deep, had made it his mission to regale anyone who'd lis ...
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