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Narrow Fit As Will lifts the beam, the midday sun sears his biceps. His new life fits like Superman’s taut tights. While Will crafted words, polishing the everyday into the extraordinary, Jonah crafts buildings, translating raw materials into homes. He relishes his tense muscles; they are what he has become. Sometimes he longs to trade his hammer for a pen. But life lives on lives (or so he’s told). Leading this one meant giving up the one he had planned, in which his words saved the day, not his hands. Still, the old dreams pale beside the new – simply to stay alive.
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