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		<title>By: Kishore Bhargava</title>
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		<description>How time flies ;-)

Two memories that I have, similar to what Dad did with recovering the diamond ring I recovered something a little less significant but harder to fine, the little rubber stopper (black) on an inflatable pillow/raft. And the other was a nasty incident, where I think I threw a small pebble over a wire and smashed the windscreen of a Benz! I lived in terror for the rest of that trip, and Big Sister did not help much, but took full advantage of the situation.

Cheers...Kishore
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<p>Two memories that I have, similar to what Dad did with recovering the diamond ring I recovered something a little less significant but harder to fine, the little rubber stopper (black) on an inflatable pillow/raft. And the other was a nasty incident, where I think I threw a small pebble over a wire and smashed the windscreen of a Benz! I lived in terror for the rest of that trip, and Big Sister did not help much, but took full advantage of the situation.</p>
<p>Cheers&#8230;Kishore<br />
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