THANX MARTIN GR8!1
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IT WAS ALMOST FOUR, and Martin still hadn’t heard from Ruby. He had spent his day playing many roles besides a worried father. Rat killer, garbage hauler, courtyard sweeper. But mainly he had been a translator, a go-between for the mostly immigrant crews and the building’s inhabitants. Here is when the men will enter your doorway, 3D, and at this time, 2C, the Romanians may cross your threshold, and uh-huh, 4B, the bedbug dog has been here but not for as long as we expected, Bedbug Scott said the dog was fatigued, was exhausted and traumatized by an especially bad infestation uptown, no, far