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We live in a college town, all three traffic lights worth of a college town. The last two weeks have been a challenge with the students having no idea of a 'inside' voice when walking down to the local watering hole to blow off steam from studying. Well they are now gone! The town is quiet, with no traffic and simply divine. In the wake of the exodus the students just throw things away they don't have time to deal with properly. So while taking Oscar out for his walk this weekend Butter had spied a few choice pieces. The small love seat with ball and claw feet was still there once she got Thread rousted to go collect the treasure. Once that was dropped off we decided to drive over to another large grouping of student housing; where, we as students at this same college ventured to ONCE to party. We went once and vowed to never go back ever again. Well we went back to this Levittown like development and it was a ghost town, no treasures in the garbage well except for Mr. Log here, who will be joining us in the living room just soon enough.