Coffee Break: A Short Story
November 14, 2012, just outside Toronto
I remember hearing the generator shut off. The sawdust still fresh in the air from the last sheet of plywood I cut. The sound of the two-stroke engine is so constant that I often don't notice the piercing noise level until all that's left is a steady ring in my ears.
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