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All’s well that ends well

Sheila was in a blue funk. Her office recently had the lighting updated—the chief result being her radio no longer could pull in our local hog-rastlin’ music station.

What to do?

“Why don’t you take your satellite radio into work? You know I never listen to it at home during the day and you can bring it back home at night,” suggested hubby, Jack, always ready with a practical solution.

“Well, it will need another antenna installed because the metal roof at the office will kill its reception,” countered Sheila, ever one to envision potential problems.

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