The white boards that were in the garage are now along the bottom part of the wall, touching the shiny new floor. It seems peaceful now, but there was a lot of noise between there and here. A lot of banging. A lot of shouting of words. Words like: “SHIT!” And: “MOTHERFUCKER!” A lot of running up and down the stairs. And sweating.

But it has brought us here, by god. It has brought us to the end.

Apparently, this means we can move back in.

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