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was Jeffrey. He could lie about where he’d been, but not about what kind of trouble it was.
If a cabinet handle came loose, he found a screwdriver. If the toaster smoked, he unplugged it and said, “Don’t panic. It’s just being dramatic.” He kept screws in an old grape jelly jar and bottle caps in a shoebox under his bed.
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