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Aug 24th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

Larry unloaded the wood from his pickup and hauled it into the workshop. Both facades, the truck and the shed, were as worn down as he was.

Larry did most of his thinking while he worked. It was always that way. He could look at a piece, even twenty years later, and remember what he’d been thinking while he built it.

Now he was thinking about his wife. There had been a time when he’d think about leaving her, but that was many years ago.

He was glad he staid. That’s what he was thinking as he built her coffin.

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