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The ax is blunt but sharp enough to help with the job on hot and sticky mornings like this when my dad has me working around the house few things so satisfying as sinking blades into drywall disassembling the mistakes the previous owners laid down Still, the ax is blunt and makes me swing harder so the muscles beneath my soft arms jiggle and pull taught I always wanted to fix the goof ups of the past but work? I didn't know I would have to work I'm sweating, sticking, coughing more than what I bargained for This ax is too blunt and I retreat inside to the comfort of the air conditioning that the last generation installed I want to make a change, I do but come on! the tools are too weak or maybe I am
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
The Ax and my Generation
The ax is blunt but sharp enough to help with the job on hot and sticky mornings like this when my dad has me working around the house few things so satisfying as sinking blades into drywall disassembling the mistakes the previous owners laid down Still, the ax is blunt and makes me swing harder so the muscles beneath my soft arms jiggle and pull taught I always wanted to fix the goof ups of the past but work? I didn't know I would have to work I'm sweating, sticking, coughing more than what I bargained for This ax is too blunt and I retreat inside to the comfort of the air conditioning that the last generation installed I want to make a change, I do but come on! the tools are too weak or maybe I am
christine-eglantine
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
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