I never thought my life would fall apart on a Friday night. My name is Jake. I’m 27 years old and I work as a construction manager here in Denver, Colorado. I wake up at 5 in the morning most days, spend 10 hours making sure buildings get put together right, and come home with dirt under my nails and paint on my jeans.
It’s hard work, but it’s honest work. My grandfather taught me how to read blueprints when I was 15, and I’ve been in love with building things ever since. I met Claire when I was 21. She walked into this coffee shop where I was meeting a client, and she was having this intense conversation with the barista about their recycling program.
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