In his basement,
Spiritual put a machete in his workbench vice. He cranked the jaws shut, and with an oil can, he smeared a foul bead of used motor oil on the edge of the blade. He turned on the radio, to a classical station. A poster of Henry Rollins frowned over a rack of wood chisels and socket wrenches.
A cat purred
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