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But then, I get a call. It’s my boss. He’s like, “We need you back at the forest ASAP!” I’m thinkin’, “Seriously? I just got here!” But duty calls, so I hop back in my truck. As I’m driving, I can’t help but think about how crazy the day’s been. From coffee spills to dog fountains, it’s like a sitcom episode.

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