So, Father said he had some bookshelves he could give me, to finish of the shelves that go in our foyer, so we could have enough bookshelves to finish shelving our fiction, which would be a nice thing to do while Lis was in England.
But, I should really explain another part of the story, first.
About a month ago, my uncle Bob swung by the office of the family construction business. It was about eight o'clock at night, and he wanted to pick up some paperwork. He opened the door, and flames singed off his eyebrows.
He ran next door to the gas station, and called the fire department, explaining that he was calling from a gas station, and there was a really good fire going on next door, and please do something about it.
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But, I should really explain another part of the story, first.
About a month ago, my uncle Bob swung by the office of the family construction business. It was about eight o'clock at night, and he wanted to pick up some paperwork. He opened the door, and flames singed off his eyebrows.
He ran next door to the gas station, and called the fire department, explaining that he was calling from a gas station, and there was a really good fire going on next door, and please do something about it.
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