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I could hear the buzzing from the saw. It woke me up
that Saturday morning. Someone in my neighborhood was
doing some kind of work with a saw, obviously. I sat
up in bed and threw the covers off. In the kitchen, I
turned on the coffee maker and sat at the table,
having a fresh cup of coffee. I could still hear the
saw. I had no idea where it came from, though I knew
that it was close.

The saw stopped with a sudden, final roar, and I heard
a branch hit the ground nearby. I went out to the
laundry porch, and I could see a man in the tree in
the back yard next door. He was tied to the tree with
some kind of rope harness.
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