Jesus Christ, it is Saturday and there are jackhammers blasting the asphalt in front of our house. The frame of the house is shaking. The cat hiding behind my books is shaking. I haven't slept except in naps since Sunday. How can this be legal? At nine in the morning on a weekend, even people who aren't us are asleep.
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