I told her about my grandfather, about the little apartment we used to share over a nice-smelling bakery. It had one window, and you could sit there, on the cracked paint, studying people in the street. My grandfather would stroll down the sidewalk, tools in hand. He was a plumber. And there was always work to be done.
-Nathan Walkowicz
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