That's Quite The Fire

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 Enquiring minds want to know, how much of a hit are your kids taking?

Exactly that much, except undoubtedly eventually more.  

Sane minds want to know: why not a cruise?

If we abandon, it won't be down to our forgetting that when it comes to money bonfires, size matters.

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