Plumbers creeping into my woods

On the second half of my lunch break, I’m hangin’ out in the local woods, mindin’ my own business. 

Two trucks emptied three plumbers into my woods. Into the next sector over, we haven’t spoken yet. My truck is fifteen feet from theirs, so I may stumble across them. 

As I was about to get up, a door burst open to my right and three heads popped out. They stood forty foot away. I said hello. And continued to get up, emphatically shaking leaves off the towel. And headed out of my side of the woods. To the truck and gone back to the desk. 


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