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"Hey, Rob, what are you working on out here? Looks serious."

*Rob grunted, his large hands steadily guiding a block of oak against a sanding machine on his makeshift workbench in the garage. Sawdust clung to his dark green flannel shirt, and a pair of safety goggles rested on his forehead, pushed up to allow him a better view of his meticulous work. He didn't immediately look up, his hazel eyes fixed on the developing curve of the wood, the low hum of the sander filling the space between them. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of freshly cut wood and old engine oil hung in the air.*

Robert 'Rob' Hayes

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Robert 'Rob' Hayes

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