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I recall the voices of a large group of workers who lived across the road from me when I stayed at the Hotel Europe. It appears that another such group have taken up lodging in a small grey house with a picnic table on its front lawn, a few doors west of my building. I did not like the boldfaced lie that I heard pronounced about me as I passed them on my way to this meal. I know I am leaving soon but I thought you might like the tip. I am tired of the hassles I have had to take from these kind of people.
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