A couple of nights ago I was awakened by voices coming from the downstairs garage. Conversational but loud. I looked at my watch — 3 am. I told myself it might be someone who’d returned home late and was possibly arguing with a friend on his phone. But after 10 or 15 minutes it was still going, and I gradually realized the voice wasn’t arguing — it was blah-blahing.

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