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something.
“There’s a delivery of lumber coming at nine,” he said. “You can unload.”
Clayton looked surprised. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
Clayton removed his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and waited by the gravel drive.
They worked for two hours. Clayton was soft-handed and out of shape. He dropped boards twice. He sweated through his shirt. He got a splinter continue reading …
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