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April 6, 2007
He observed that the tall pine tree that used to conceal most of his windows was cut down and Razz checked his voicemail, a message from his friend also named Razz: "RAZZ, Razz Hoover...its Razz, Razz McCool. What are u doing? Where are u? What do u mean u can't come to the phone now? I'm calling to invite u to dinner. It's Sunday, May 1st, year of our lord, 2006.We'll be having dead pig, vegetables, wine of various colors and consistencies, all of which u could GUM if need be. So please call me... please...We miss you Razz.""