In and amidst the devastation, destruction, and chaos that my summer of 2009 has been, a random nice thing occurred today.
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febrile is working in the legal clinic. His cell phone rings -- oh,bloody hell, it's an 866 number. "What now?" he thinks to himself. He considers simply letting it go to voicemail, but decides to answer it.
febrile: Hello,
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