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#handy-man
I didn't ask him why, he was banging on the door I was only there, installing the new floors He drifted in, like an unwelcome ghost from the past Asked if I had finished, completing my best, and last Thinking quickly, I told him "NO, not today" Mind in a quandary, nothing else to say Leaning in closely, his fetid breath upon my skin "It really doesn't matter", as he played his violin Feeling my heart leap, having not finished the stairs "Bet your house, could use, some handy man repairs?" He paused, contemplating, his sickle in repose "I guess it wouldn't hurt, so I do suppose" "You can start on the entryway, and stoop" "Doing your best and lastly, building a chicken coop" I have a small extension, but know it will take years Renovating death's house,  and ordering,  from Sears
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
Handy reprieve