The stone driveway crunched beneath the ’91 Suburu Legacy as it eased into the Oyster Harbor job site where Rick was hired to hang drywall. The sheetrock dubiously ratcheted to the Legacy’s rackless roof slid so far forward Rick had to bend and tilt his mulletted head sideways to see. He always rolled into work...
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