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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
So there I waited for the bus, when I hear a nice thud. Looking around, my cellphone had fallen out of my pocket and the screen had cracked on the nice hard concrete. Since I had missed the bus I began the walk home on the path I usually take, when a guy standing on the balcony of an apartment building yells at me to "Get off its fucking private property!"
Finally I made it home, however I am still looking for the wallet and would appreciate if someone turned it in. The only real issue with it was that both pieces of ID point to different places in HRM, neither of which I currently live at.
All in all it was one hell of an hour.
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