She dropped it back in the bucket on the long, formica blue table with a plop and sighed. The detail work made her eyes hurt. The door to the roof opened. a voice said behind her. She turned to see Peter, a middle-aged, half-Japanese, half-Italian man coming from the stairwell. The yellow roof light was making.

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