These past three weeks on the job have been non-stop. Thank God they’re wrapping it up today. Friday. Perfect. 10 hours a day six days a week is starting to get to him. He doesn’t mind working and he likes the work he does, he’d just like to have a little time to take care of some other shit, and maybe have a little fun.
He’s been working so many hours there are a couple of things that have slipped by undone. He’s managed to keep his laundry up, he has to have work clothes. He paid the kid next door to cut his grass. Those things got done.
It’s the really important shit he hasn’t gotten to.
23 chapters // 113,526 words

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