“I Know This Sounds Crazy.” She Laughed Soaking Wet Asking To Use My Bathroom…
The orbital sander vibrated through the thick leather of my work gloves, kicking up a fine mist of walnut dust that smelled like old earth and burnt sugar. I kept my focus locked on the grain of the dining table. I was finishing letting the repetitive motion ground me. Outside, the Colorado wind was already howling, stripping the last dead pine needles from the branches and throwing them against the thick glass of my cabin’s front window.
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