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Noah came by after school like he always did on Tuesdays, backpack full of drawings and spelling tests. He climbed onto the stool at the prep station and watched me work.
“You’re doing the burnt ends?” he asked.
“Yep. Want to help?”
“Obviously.”
I handed him a pair of gloves and showed him how to check for bark, how to feel for the right texture.continue reading …
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