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For the past few days, my life has been nothing but
hardwood.
Find a level along the wall, lay down the edge, rack it out, slam it in,
and cut the last piece in each row within a hair's breadth for a snug fit.
It's back-breaking, knee-wrecking work, leaning over the stapler
and whaling on its big rubber button with a heavy mallet.
The couch has never felt so good
and when I close my eyes
I see the grain burned into
my brain... |
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