...but I can't help it. This is the downside of living alone. There is no one to listen to me as I run through the house ranting THE NAILS, THE DARNED NAILS! Well, there's Roxy, but she's hardly a sympathetic listener. If you asked her, she would tell you that she'd rather the whole banging and …
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