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July 20, 2008


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What you DO find on lawns in Durham, apparently, are discarded cast-iron bathroom sinks. At least that's what turned up in my front yard last week.


I woke up one Sunday morning to find a home exercise machine on my front lawn.


Oh, this completely makes my day. I wonder where he was headed, and why his friends had ditched him the night before. (Granted, I would ditch a man for wearing a pink popped-collar polo, but I'm not very nice.)

Term papers

Your little street is a couple of blocks away from the main action. This means You don't have to put up with the noise or hassles from puke-drunk frat boys and their Brittany wanna-be dates.

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