Meanwhile the workshop table was a brilliant turquoise blue. It would have been brash in sunlight and glossy to touch had it not been nailed fast to the wall of the garage and covered in grit from driveway gravel that fumed and settled as the truck came and left. As it was, the gravel smelled of cat urine and of oil stains in the middle dirt, and the wood of the garage winked with holes that let in views of wild grass and thin streaks of light, but the back wall with its workshop table was impenetrable.
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Finish the roll, call the jail, lift up your garments. Then we'll see.
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# of hours: 13
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