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The Garage
And now that I've shown you the rest of the house,
he said
somewhat reluctantly, Let me show you the garage.
Before we go any farther, let's make a couple things clear. I am not alone in the way I perceive garages. Drive down any suburban Texas street on a warm weekend day, and you'll see plenty of garages infinitely worse than mine. It's the lack of basements that's the problem. It has nothing to do with me.
Let me show you the garage.
They smiled slightly and followed him thru the door. He
turned on the light and held out his hands. I must say
that this is substantially improved over several months ago.
Their eyes widened as they gazed around. Wow,
they said in
obvious disbelief.
But, but,
he stammered, this really is better than three
months ago!
They didn't seem to appreciate the fact that where there used to be boxes to the ceiling, the wall was now clearly visible. And evidently the aisles running between the piled computer boxes on one hand and the camping gear were insignificant.
They just said, Wow.
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