There are contractors on my roof. They've been renovating all summer. They are still here. All day I hear a constant pounding and slamming, like someone is tossing huge sacks of shoes and quarters and flour onto the roof from the neighbouring building. I work from home.
And now I'm certifiably insane.
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Please let me know if you start talking to the bartender in a lavish, 50's style bar that suddenly appears. Or if you see twins anywhere in the flat, yeah?
But the bartender makes such a great whiskey sour.
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