Ed's back gate is he set the shovel down next to him.

He brought his watch close to the lantern, and so that it was nearly 5.

I in the foundation, he groaned.

Then wealed the last wheelbarrow full dirt outside, dumping it in his back yard near the fence.

He had taken a day off, but taking a day off from managing your TV store to repair the foundation

of your house was not really vacation day.

Ed thought that he was getting old for the sort of stuff when he turned 30, but he knew,

as so as he was now, he wouldn't be able to move tomorrow.

Still, he'd like the idea of doing the work on his house himself.

And the money they saved by not hiring a contractor?

His wife could buy a vase or something.

He trudged inside after dropping off the dirt in the back yard and glanced in the mirror.

Yeesh, he'd been in the dark all day, and was speckled with dirt.

He scrubbed up a bit, threw on his blue sport coat, and found the keys to his car.

He didn't bother telling his wife, he wouldn't be long.

Just a quick check of the day's records, see how his employees were doing,

let them have a quick dinner, and then head home.

Ed arrived at his storefront in Swore.

No parking, and if he couldn't park there, he'd have to cut his customers.

He groaned, his back already starting to flare up, and the minute you turned toward the public lot.

It was as he was turning his car around, that something caught his eye.

It was only a block away, and he only saw it for an instant.

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