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Date: 2004-03-13 11:38 pm (UTC)
Clay smiles. His ears feel warm. He always get a little shy when people praise what he does. It's just little pieces of scrap-wood. It's not like it's useful.

He stoops, holding one hand flat beside his knee.

Since I was a kid

There hadn't been much to do really.
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