They were "there," but the building was not opened (by another party who was late) until 10:30.
I had left at 10:20, from 9:45.
There were no messages at the office and the phone number for him was not a cell.
He said he had called. Doesn't help me much.
Now, when we are in the middle of Big Moving Day, I will have to shift my brain and spent two or more hours giving a hoot about others.
Hoot! Hoot!
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
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