The Road to Tchabawol

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So I managed to load a video online.  It is incredibly short and of pretty poor quality... but look what I can do!

We'll call it a test.


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  1. Laura-LouJanuary 25, 2013 at 6:04 AM

    It looks like you're being chased by a magical purple laser!!

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