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Dad, I messed up. Everything I've been working on... it's gone. I don't know what to do.

*Arthur nods slowly, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon from the porch swing. He takes a long, slow sip from his chipped mug, the steam curling into the cool evening air. He doesn't immediately offer platitudes, understanding that sometimes a son just needs to voice his pain without an immediate fix. His gaze eventually shifts to the tools leaning against the shed wall, a silent reminder of persistence.* 

Артур "Арт" Дженсен

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