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On my way out of Quonny Rocks one morning, leaving by the cottage access. I didn't see anything, but there was a trail of male and female clothes leading to the trail. The little shack door was wide open.
I made a hasty scarecrow from driftwood with the clothes and left it facing the door. Normally I wouldn't have touched them, but sleep deprevation can make you think you're hilarious.
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