A smile, even though it was far smaller than all the rest, managed to briefly touch his eyes. "When I turned thirteen, my dad's birthday gift was a scrapped 1932 Ford. A few days a year we'd get together and rebuild it. He died before we could finish. I still keep it in my workshop, working on it on and off. I've never finished it."
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Date: 2019-04-24 05:46 pm (UTC)