Paul - あなた were just walking around with scissors, using them for your latest project and suddenly, before あなた knew it, あなた were slicing a hole through Paul’s favourite jacket. “Crap” あなた cursed, tearing the ジャケット off the hanger and attempting to sew it up. Your sewing was atrocious, but あなた thought you’d give it a shot as it was better than making Paul angry. あなた heard the door shut and あなた stiffened, pin and wool still in hand and a half-stitched, wonky patch where the tear is, used with yellow and black wool. “My jacket!” Paul cried, holding it up in front of him. “Paul, I’m...
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