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Keenan was obediently doing what he had been planning to do for the past three months, thanks to the weather’s compliance he was finally working on the front porch. Nails hung from his lips as he worked on drilling in screws and finish with a hammer, he learned the tricks long ago when working part time with a carpenter. He could faintly remember the days that he was able to work for hours on end, something about the past made him feel older than he actually was.
But it was too much to ask for some peace to just work, apparently.
Two seconds into putting his drill down, Keenan stood and considering that the stairway had no railing at the moment — he figured he’d have to be careful. That is, until he was pushed over to his tumbling demise in mulch and small blocks of wood.