I think we could've seen THIS coming...
When I wrote THIS.
What to say...
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Speaking of which...
The Demonic Ice Cream Truck still trawls the neighborhood, always at four o'clock. At our old rental, my office was in the back and I rarely heard it, if I heard it at all.
But here, my office is at the corner of a corner lot and it's turned into my Big Ben.
That's how I know when to feed the dogs.
