Jackson was an apprenTicE caRpenter. This morning he had been given a lot of miter joints to complete. The boredom was relieved to some extent by being able to watch the otter out of the window. Eventually the pile of work started to peter out. With the workload easing, Jackson started singing to himself enjoying the poetic meter of the words. At the end of the working day, Jackson would wash his hands in water and the-ester-of-glycerol-and-a-fatty-acid-combined-with-sodium-hydroxide (soap to you and I). On his way home he would enter the diner (where he often met Eric) and devour a plateful of donuts.
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