Synopsis
Your Street is My Street. A constricted frame in agitation... ...the sweet music of jackhammers raging throughout - with Intermission. After nearly seven years of constant construction on my street, the road in front of my house was ripped up once again early one summer morning. A few days after they'd paved over the damage, Dig-Safe Marks magically appeared, signalling the start of yet another round of terror for the neighborhood, here vividly brought to life in unsparing terms.
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