It's seemingly the middle of the day, the sun pours
through the window and I'm wearing pajamas, putting together a cd rack
while cradling the telephone between my chin and my shoulder.
Todd and I are not even speaking, but instead feeding off the comfortable
silence, and the static, and the occasional profanity when I do
something stupid with the hammer, and in those cases, Todd's laughter
as well.
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