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... his hammer-wielding life...
Forty, forty, eighty, eighty.
Hammering during the day, hammering at night.
Hammering before meals, after meals, before sleep, after waking up.
He hammered for over a decade, through rain or shine, with no breaks throughout the year...
The hammer he carried grew larger, and his body grew fatter.
He had broken more hammers than those treacherous Dog Leg Knives that had tried to do him harm...
Later, after arriving ...
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