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Sunday, May 31, 2015

oh and a bullet

Our friend H found a bullet by his door, an un-exploded bullet.  It disturbed him so much that he walked into our house to show it to us.  He lives on the same property as us.  He comes in without knocking.  Usually only to deliver the mail in the afternoons, so I was surprised to see him in the morning.

Ming is worried it's a threat.  That H pissed somebody off.  H said maybe someone threw it over the fence.  I think the latter.  Anyway, bad bullet on a warm morning.  It's supposed to hit 104 today.


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