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Belated Christmas gifting.
In hindsight, he should have thought this far ahead. He's moved into an apartment before, and you'd think that getting pinned against the wall of a hallway that turns out to be narrower than it looks would teach you. You'd think.
The frame has turned out well. Better than he'd thought, after the prototype (which was scrapped after he was sure he'd identified all the things he had done wrong). If he and Lennox ever manage to get it into the hut, it might even get used for what it was built for. At the moment that's a largish if. It's two thirds into the hut, and it feels like it might actually be stuck, and he's wondering if assembling it inside the hut might have been more practical, though it would have ruined the surprise.
"Oh, Jesus," he gasps, trying to hold his end steady. "Hold it, man, we'll knock the whole fucking wall out."
The frame has turned out well. Better than he'd thought, after the prototype (which was scrapped after he was sure he'd identified all the things he had done wrong). If he and Lennox ever manage to get it into the hut, it might even get used for what it was built for. At the moment that's a largish if. It's two thirds into the hut, and it feels like it might actually be stuck, and he's wondering if assembling it inside the hut might have been more practical, though it would have ruined the surprise.
"Oh, Jesus," he gasps, trying to hold his end steady. "Hold it, man, we'll knock the whole fucking wall out."