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<p>I never wanted to spend my life wasting away in
some sterile office.</p>
<p>I suppose, if I'd really thought about it, I never
wanted to be in Denver doing manual labor either.</p>
<p>But I didn't think about it. I was 22, a long way
from home, and dead broke. As I approached the job
site, I should have been warned by the stickers of
Calvin pissing on the rear window of the
dual-wheeled pickup. But I needed money. Bad.</p>
<p>Besides, this wasn't my first gig as a framer. By
now I was quite versed in the unwritten rules of
carpentry, and I expected them.</p>
<p>But how could I have expected Larry?</font> <font face="arial,helvetica"><b><a href="title.html" onmouseover="window.status='{ continue }';return true">>>></a></b></p>
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