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No Fake Fire Drill

No "FAKE" Fire Drill Residents at high land manor apartments (aside from myself) got rudely awakened - by what sounded like a screaming, seething, and shrieking airplane early morning hour 'ere september eleventh two thousand eighteen with deafening decibel (at maximum threshold) ear piercing shrill alarm rousing atavistic primal Neanderthal tapping primal brain if NOT a atheist secular humanist, I would aver my linkedin match (com mon lee) attributed to Abel and/or Cain, but whether broad minded or parochial, that deafening fire alarm this bloke doth disdain but to ears of volunteer fire fighters, that unbearable audio warning tone beloved, aye need not explain how appreciative, and reassure ring knowing rough and ready persons fain to selflessly risk life and/or limb, when trucking extinguishing arsenal with genuine gratitude to gain demonstrating without pomp and circumstance the art of being humane automatic reflexive instincts second nature where breathe, eat, and live for others a credo, dictum, ethos deep ingrain within every cell of their sturdy bodies, sans indefatigable as Tarzan and Jane on par with prestidigitation skill visa vis tricks of the trade discovered via legerdemain, yet aside from power house strength, another salient trait needed asper physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausting, grueling, and taxing job, would necessitate one to maintain composure in the midst of pandemonium gamely, gingerly, and gloriously fighting infernos (WITHOUT any mon key business) while training, learning, and exacting diligence non harried styled tailored swiftness!

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