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When we got back to my place, Mrs. Phillips was digging a giant hole in the middle of the garden. I gave her the news. She was great. She took it well. As a matter of fact, she was great throughout the long months of unemployment ahead. (Thanks, honey!) The nurse arrived just a little while later to take some of my blood. She swore that I would be able to survive on the amount of blood she left me. I was skeptical. She left me looking like a vampire with anemia. Once this was over with, I had nothing to do. Nothing to do. I had left the pile of legal pads with itemized lists of everything I had to get done back at the office. My eleven o'clock scalability meeting, my one o'clock design metting, and my four o'clock status meeting were canceled. I didn't have to bump the version numbers in the daily build. I decided to mow the lawn.
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