19 Thursday Feb 2015
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It seemed like clockwork. Every day at around 9 a.m. and again around 7 p.m. and midnight, the apartments upstairs did their dishes and drained their kitchen sinks. How do I know this? Because it backed up into my kitchen sink before it then drained away completely. Disgusting, I know, but I live on the ground floor and it’s aways done that so I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t terrible, after all. It could be worse…
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Aw yeah! Now back to your regularly scheduled program.
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Words of Tongue or Pen 