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Beta'd by the wonderfully talented SUNFLOWER3759. Mistakes are my own.

Sand, sand, sand.

Saw, saw, saw.

Glue, glue, glue.

Hammer, hammer, hammer.

Stepping back, he assessed his work.

Crossing his arms, he grumbled under his breath.

All four supporting walls, a different length.

The pointed roof, askew.

The crooked perch, falling off.

"Fuck."

Hours on end, pent up in his rusted garage, and he still couldn't get it right.

He would never get it right.

Pulling his worn red and black plaid flannel over his head, his colorful ink was exposed to no one, which was a shameful waste.

Wiping his brow, he discarded the shirt on the dirt covered floor.

"Fuck."

Hammer, hammer, hammer.

Break, break, break.

Smash, smash, smash.

It didn't matter what his therapist had said, he was never going to be able to build this birdhouse.

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