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The old man had more stories and puns than he had tools and that says a lot when you realize that the old guy had a cart full of them. If I had thought the building I was locked up in was big, there were three other buildings exactly identical to add to it. I suspected he had me doing all the work he put off simply because his old ass couldn’t climb a tree to cut branches away the power lines or shimmy up a water pipe to clear out a gutter. But wait, there’s always more; considering the...