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Monday September 29th 2003 01:15 PM PST

So today the arrowhead guy is making the dropoff for us, or at least i think so. He backs all the way down the alley and stops his truck. I go out to catch him to make sure he knows where we are, cause last time he didn't drop us any bottles. He looks at me like i'm speaking some foreign language, then he finally recognizes me from the old place. I guess for some reason he didn't have us on his delivery list, so he grabbed my account number and gave me a few bottles. He was so happy to see that we live on the first floor. All the other deliveries that he makes in the apartments around us are all on the 2nd floor and he's sick of em.

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