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Longitude. Latitude. I find the cache on my computer. Numbers crisscrossing the globe near my house. An hour away. Less even.
I know it won't be exactly there. But I'll find it twenty feet, fifteen feet away. In a plastic sandwich container or an ammo box. I don't do micro caches. They don't serve my purpose.
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