My Helper
It was a horrific night, hurricane force winds, lashing rain, the roar of the ocean crashing upon the shore. Early the next morning I examined the roof of my painting studio. The damage was evident, two of the red roof panels were twisted in half, held in place by a few screws. With the promise of further storms, the repairs needed to be done today. Normally I attend to all the work required on my studio, ( I built it myself ) however for this I would need some help.I called Sara who, with her...
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