It’s only 11:30 on a Saturday night, and I am exhausted. Got up early and drove to Cleveland to pick up my bar and some other furniture that my grandmother left behind when she moved to Mississippi. Then I went to Dormont to get my hottub. I was of course overly optimistic and was hoping…
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