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As of six pm last night, which happened to be a Friday, Dom's office was locally declared as a disaster area. From one corner of the room to the other, there were piles and piles of disconnected telephones, each the same make and model as the other. They only differed in their wear and tear. Phones were piled on the desk, on the table, the filing cabinets, shelves, the planter, and on top of Dom himself, who was stretched out on the couch in the middle of a nice, deep sleep. One could tell by the snoring.