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A day in the life of Frank DonovanThe car rolled slowly to a halt.
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Frank Donovan, a well dressed man who is just a few days shy of turning 46,
hopped out of the white sedan and grabbed his bag of groceries.
Fumbling for his keys at the door, Frank remembered that he must think his upstairs neighbour Ellen for that lovely recipe, but that could wait until later.
Upon entering the apartment, he made a beeline for the kitchen counter, pausing only to press the play on the answering machine.
Beeeeep. "Hello Frank? It's Carol. I was just calling in to see if you like us to pick you up or meet you at the restaurant at six? You'd never guess what James and I got you. Bye for now!" Beeeeeep.
"Ah, Carol" Frank thought to himself. "They're more excited about this birthday than I am".
But Frank didn't have time to busy himself with idle thought, there was groceries to put away.
With everything packed away neatly in the fridge, Frank thought now would be a good time to check the mail.
Gently closing the door, Frank hurriedly skipp