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  • The Moseby Diaries
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    It was a brilliant morning, the sun was shining, Esteban was grooming his chicken; Dudley, and Arwin was oddly admiring a picture of Carry while he was "attempting" to fix my desk bell. I took the elevator and went to the hotel kitchen to get myself a coffee. As the elevator doors opened to the lobby I see not one but...