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... s. Timber, nails, and gravity have never shown the slightest initiative about that sort of thing. So we ended up with the same arrangement we usually did when neither of us could be blamed for the obvious.
Bram went upstairs to start the joists. I stayed downstairs with the stew.
By the time the afternoon had settled into the sort of respectable rhythm afternoons preferred, the noises from the second floor had turned steady and methodical.
The sort of rhythm you got from ...
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