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crwdns2944351:0crwdnd2944351:0Pumpkin Teardowncrwdnd2944351:0crwdne2944351:0

crwdns2933797:0Jamie Wellingtoncrwdnd2933797:0crwdne2933797:0

crwdns2936045:0crwdne2936045:0 crwdns2933505:0crwdne2933505:0 Carsten Frauenheim

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Introduction
Once upon a midnight dreary, while we pondered, weak and weary, over many quaint and curious volumes of service manual lore—while we pondered, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at our teardown door. {"E" -Jamie}

“’Tis some pumpkin,” we did mutter, “rapping at our teardown door—

Only this and nothing more.”