Man. When you get something wrong at work, are you just gently reminded by your boss or are you called 17 times by the people in your city, telling you how bad of a person you are?
For anyone that cares, July Fourth is Wednesday, not Thursday, as it was printed in today's edition.
I didn't even write the goddamn story! I was busy messing with the fucking chuckleheaded police records to even think about July Fourth!
Mrs. Kinney, whoever you are, eat some dick. Don't call me anymore.
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