The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The belt was leather. Good leather. Tan and stiff, holding its shape against the humidity of the garage. I checked the buckle. It was brass. Heavy. It caught the light from the single bare bulb hanging from the rafters. My father stood by the workbench. He did not look up. His hands were covered in grease. He was tightening a bolt on a carburetor. The sound of the wrench was rhythmic. Clack....

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