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On Being the Hired Help The Watch Tower Bible and Tract Society visit quite often. I wear a Marine Corps cap and green Wellies. I must appear as hired help. But I live here, and have one hundred and eight-two acres to maintain. A woman in an ankle length skirt, skirts my wet dog to ask, "Will our future be any better?" "Lady," I say. "I'm only the hired help." She smiles, rushing off to find the owner.
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