The COG is a Saint. The night before I left, I was about to start installing shelves and he told me not to do it - to just leave it until I got back. He would live with the dining room the way it was.
He deserves a starry crown in heaven.
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The COG grew up in a neighborhood shop. His living room was the storage room for the shop.
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