Masterpice

A red faced builder stood looking at his master piece, sweat running down his forehead, he sighed. A brief grin turned into a frowned. There was a fault in his masterpiece. He slowly walked towards to operate, the wound wasn’t fatal. Scratching his chin he analyzing the injury planning out a solution in his head. A lightbulb flashed. He then sprung to action collecting his tools and equipment. The site went quite as intense care and precision was being made.   

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