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Wednesday, 16 June 2004

Wednesday, and I can almost smell the weekend … wait, that’s smoke I smell

Filed under: — Matthew @ 9:37 am

Someone just strolled through our office to tell us there is a fire on the roof, but it should not concern us. Go about your business. She felt she ought to tell us because we might smell smoke. Every so often we have a full scale fire drill. Fire trucks even show up. One would think today would be a perfect day for an evacuation. Well, I’ve got my “escape hood” and my emergency kit around here somewhere.

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