I'm standing in the door way as I try to take a picture of the rain, I turn around to find three of the plumber guys standing in the stares staring at me in their slouched positions. One speaks and points to his ear, I can't hear a thing with the rain and my music playing.
"Quoi?"
I ask as I shut the door to the living room with me in it. I'm not even pretending to be listening. They had a margin of .01 seconds to get their words across. I gave then that at least.
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