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The dust coming off of the wooden door fell to the ground. Holding the sanding paper in his right hand, Archer slid it over the surface. As father said, “Go with the grain.” A frustrated sigh escaped him. Of course, memories of better times would come as a result of what he spent his free moments doing. All of this building and finishing work around different Nosh Street establishments kept one thought on his mind: his parents. Archer had more time than he needed to contemplate reality. It’s just a little while longer. The wood smoothed with each pass. Rough bumps and unfinished edges found themselves one step closer to