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sitting on the indented chair the business man conjured his thoughts. he thought of the business plan and thought whether or not his money would be profitable
The man sat down as the he wiped the sweat off his bushy brow
staring at the bright sun
the splinters from the house glisten in the light
he slams his hammer down
and grins, he built his home a place he made by hand, his soul embedded in the wood
his life continues, by the comfort of his home