There is an old man sitting next to me.
Fixing a door knob/lock. His mannerisms remind me of my father. The way he would look at something infront of him. Something to solve. Something he could master.
Fixing a door knob/lock. His mannerisms remind me of my father. The way he would look at something infront of him. Something to solve. Something he could master.
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