Sitting in an empty office. First time since the year 2000, when we moved into the current digs of the True West World Headquarters. Two guys pulled up in a truck that said Rubbish Be Gone. The next thing I know they are manhandling my old desk:
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Desk Be Gone, number one
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Desk be Gone, number 2
Which left me working off of a couple of leftover chairs:
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Desk Be Gone, number 3
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