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It isn’t easy knowing how the whole universe works. First off, no one believes me when I say that I do, and that can be very frustrating at times. I mean really, how would you feel if people didn’t believe you when you tell them what you do?

I spend eight God-awful hours a day, six days a week, lugging lumber as mosquitoes whine around my head. I didn’t sign on for babysitting.

CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK

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