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So, I'm sleeping the sleep of the just, here. The phone rings. I hear it ring and the machine pick up. Now, the phone only rarely rings for the forces of good at this hour. The machine gets it because I'm the fuck asleep, yo, and because I don't keep a handset in the bedroom. (Having to drag my ass to the living room to get the phone increases the odds that I will be verbal when I get to the phone.) On the machine is the voice of significant distress. It's a tenant and it sounds kind of panicky. From what I can tell of the message, the building at 219 has got some kind of issue, a feature which penetrates my sleep-fogged skull before the dude hangs up the phone from leaving the message so I roll out of bed with a heartfelt fuck and get the phone.

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Recall the handwriting thing we did here a while back? Same discussion, more people over on the blue.

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So, we had warm weather on Friday. The snow on top of the road melted into the slush/ice underneath the snow, making more betterer ice. This morning, as I was heading out the somewhat slick and unpredictable road, bright and early to go fuck with the water issue at 219, I saw headlights stopped ominously at the bad turn on the road. I pulled off where the Ray's Hill Tunnel is and walked up to the headlights, which belonged to a truck that was sideways (not very badly) on the road. It was still on the road and not in a ditch or anything.

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