Connor Safehouse, Virginia
Summer had cooled off, and the weather seemed to cry out it was fall.
John was in the garage working on the, door open to let in more light. It would be time to retire it soon, and he wanted to tweak the motor a bit before winterizing the beast, so here he was, hands covered in oil from working on the 'Burban and the pickup already. His laptop sat on the workbench, piping some tinny-sounding hard rock through the small speakers from a streaming radio station. The 'bots were being 'helpful' and 'working' on the lawnmower and the snowthrower.
He'd have to fix those next.
He grinned. Life was about the simple things, like working with your hands on a Saturday afternoon.
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John was in the garage working on the, door open to let in more light. It would be time to retire it soon, and he wanted to tweak the motor a bit before winterizing the beast, so here he was, hands covered in oil from working on the 'Burban and the pickup already. His laptop sat on the workbench, piping some tinny-sounding hard rock through the small speakers from a streaming radio station. The 'bots were being 'helpful' and 'working' on the lawnmower and the snowthrower.
He'd have to fix those next.
He grinned. Life was about the simple things, like working with your hands on a Saturday afternoon.
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