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When we last left our intrepid hero, he was face-down, but
not quite in the gutter (we’ll save that for later). Don’t worry, though. He
had a plan.
.
“Where is that Gawd-Dammed Resident?!?!?”
.
“Someone,” he thought, “should be along any time now …”
.
He sat at the bottom of the steps, pondering a scheme to get
out of his predicament. Someway, somehow, someone (or some thing) would come to
his rescue.
.…or just maybe that dumb piece-o’-wood would just sit and rot..
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