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You hand him a pile of timber, and something clicks. He stays up through the night carving a dummy to sit in h…

You hand him a pile of timber, and something clicks. He stays up through the night carving a dummy to sit in his place at class. When you find him later, he is stretched out in the sun without a care in the world...

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