Our current toolshed is not near as nice as this one. Ours is older than I am; currently also holds three bikes, two printers, one scanner, and a bucket of opossum fur and bones; and has had a bag of rotting raccoon break open onto the cement floor. Life in the county. What can I say. At least we got rid of the two Macs form the 90s, a laptop of unknown vintage, and a yellowing 13″ CRT monitor. Mice had probably lived in them all, anyway.

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With a quick snip, Isolde and Ambrose entered the shed. Ambrose, with a bit of his own green thumb, looked around. “Where’s the wheelbarrow? With a garden this size, I’d expect a wheelbarrow.”

Isolde replied, “I didn’t notice one outside, either. Good eye.”

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