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as I walked onto the construction site. It was freezing out and we had at l

ugh. My cheeks burned when a sudden gust of wind blew through the tunneling on the site t

and tucked my chin into it. Moving to warmer clim

Texas. A little sunshine never hurt anyone. Dad always said

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d to believe he

vy sigh. It was too easy to just believe he was still in

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ground caught my eye, distracting me from my miserable thoughts. There was a w

ems and stowed them where the

t understand why it was so difficult to put stuff in its proper place. Working on the

llowing the low hum of men's voices, I walked up

t a drafting table with a pencil, I saw my buildings in my mind's eye long before they were at this point of constr

he rush remained the same. I c

ect himself." A loud voice boomed b

bably didn't even know where the gym was, but his nine or ten hour work days on constr

dust on his black work coat and thick sludge on his boots. He had the kind of rug

eone's got to check up on you, Craig. Just to make sure you'

e at me. "Thank fuck I just finished the keg and kic

us," I shot back, knowing there was no way he would ever fuck around on the job

doing standing out here? You'll freeze your balls off. Let's get our asses inside before we freeze them off, too.

stbite," I replied, walking up the five steps into the foyer of the museum. "Another day away

alls on three sides shielded us effectively enough from the biting wind

both of us ended up in the hospital," Craig said

ly on the balls of my feet to try to restore proper blood flow to my extremities. I didn't particularly feel like l

more serious. "We'll get it done on time. I'm glad y

t came to my job. Everything had to be just right. From the look on Craig's

orners of the building. "They're not at a perfect angle. I built