My dad handled everything smoking a cigarette, later a cigar clenched in his teeth. He fixed things with a blowtorch, kept screws in peanut butter jars. When he wasn’t fixing things, he took my mother to the hospital and played the piano.
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Obviously a complex and interesting character you have drawn here.
Yes that is a picture I can really see!
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