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The trip had caught up with ot ready for bed Crawling onto the fir ht about all the childhoodmy one week vacation to two, so I could fix up this place a little bit That is, until I fell asleep, which didn’t take long

A rude, rat a tat tat froh pitched drill wokeinto shorts and a T-shirt, I sleepily walked to the front door and threw it open Tocorrectly, with new screws holding the hinges on the door frame It had been sanded down, re-stained, and a new screen had been mounted to the wood frame

The can of stain was still there, saw dust was still on the porch, sand paper, screwdrivers, a drill, and a haainst the can of stain I scratchedup and down the road and around the yard, nobody could be found Just as I was giving up, I heard so Around one of the well-manicured bushes next door, with a broom and dust pan in his hand, came Mr Anderson