Here's what I am supposed to be doing: being a good girl and baking pies. Instead, I moved the solar panels so that I could get the hauler in to get Circus out, but this is truly a dark moment in the annals of trimaran transportation, because Guy threw a fit, and now I can't move the boat. It turns out Guy really doesn't want me to launch his boat. For a while there, it was "our boat", but now it isn't. Truly a dark day, I don't know how I am going to prevail.
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