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» A rainy day at home, tinkering. I called it home, anyway, the little falling-apart shack on the edge of the foothills. I don’t remember…paying for it, or even moving in, specifically. It was just shelter, and nobody else complained, so I guess

A rainy day at home, tinkering. I called it home, anyway, the little falling-apart

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