Tonight's project was a table.
Last night's project was a rocking horse. He liked working on the rocking horse but it was painted and delivered and the table wasn't going to fix itself. He surveyed the gash in the table. It was pretty deep. It probably wouldn't sand out. He fingered the scar in the table as he looked at the shelves that lined the room. He picked up a box of wood putty and read the instructions. He looked at the table, then reread the instructions.
He filled in the crack, then got dressed to go out. It was going to take a couple hours to cure, and he had errands he could run in the meanwhile. "Butcher block next time," he said to himself. He turned off the light and locked the door behind him
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