A week after being sentenced, time to start the real life. We moved in to my pad which has been previously rented for a group of students (and I did whine about the mess they did to my house...holes on the wall, broken shower, chipped paints..ugh!) and I stood there helplessly at the door. I didn't know how to get started. I asked my shackler, "Do you know a little carpentry?"
"I do, a little," he said.
"Fine. And I can paint the walls."
Trips to the hardware. Sawdust. The sound of hammer on nails. The smell of paint. And Julienne Roux is sleeping in her perfect world.
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