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| Why am I smiling? |
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| There's nothing funny here, goddamnit! |
| Let the chipping begin... |
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| Holy crap! |
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| Quite a web of steel in there. |
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| There goes the fence. |
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The pumper is sending the cement up and over the house... turning the front yard into a moonscape. 
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That's not dirt I'm standing on. It's a ridge of granite running through
half the proposed basement space. That's why the builders in 1926 built the house on the edge of the lot. Argh!
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