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Ever hear – bout the luthier? Guy was nuts – drunk half the time. Built brothel in – a barn. Hay everywhere – glue stickin’ to cows. Adds character – y’know? Makes it gritty – real. Not some prissy store axe. I’m pluckin’ strings – thinkin’. This thing’s alive – swear it. “The sun – and the moon. Are one!” Like Malick’s film – cosmic shit.

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Anyway, I’m laughing at this kid when I bump into this old lady. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping bag full of fish. “You’re a cooper, right?” she says. I’m like, “Yeah, how’d you know?” She just points at my hands, covered in wood shavings. “You look like you’ve been working hard.” I mean, I guess I have? But I’m not about to argue with a lady holding fish.

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