Two tons of crushed sheetrock landed in a plume of dissatisfaction, showering us with dust.
“Wasn’t that going to be our bedroom?” she asked, looking backward toward the finished part of the house. I motioned my unhappiness to the driver. He peered out the side window and shrugged.
“Sorry bro.”
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Daft Punk, Around The World
BROfessional.
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