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Every day my hands look more and more like my father's. Dry and hard from callouses. Deep cuts that never seem to heal. Who knows what my hands will be like in 5 years; will they be the beginning of a story that tells of a life of hard work, and labour?
Bah, today was a super shitty day. Tomorrow will be better.
I think I will buy a grestch guitar in the next couple of months.
Next week it is Hats!
Bah, today was a super shitty day. Tomorrow will be better.
I think I will buy a grestch guitar in the next couple of months.
Next week it is Hats!