Looking one way, rowing the other.
I bet Baltimore smells like a sweet, sweet candy corn omelet. And harbor stink.
Fire contained. Everything is still charming and literate, I assure you. With the notable exception of my husband, who took great pleasure in driving by firetrucks this morning yelling "Give me some sugar!"
not "pour some sugar on me?"
You lose a sugar factory, but gain a caramel distribution center. It's a net win.
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