I seem to live next to an arts and crafts factory now. I think she
must be trying to quit smoking, and her doctor suggested taking up
wood sculpture, or furniture making, or something else to do with her
hands. Anyway, some handheld power tool is running much of the time.
On the other side, where all those 20-somethings are crowded together,
I heard loud crashes, and when I peek out there is broken furniture
scattered in the parking lot, and a police car. And when the police
showed up, a guy runs across the yard in the back, jumps over the
fence and keeps running. The furniture maker and the furniture
destroyer should get together.
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