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He had paid for the lock and the monthly fee of the garage since 2019, and he stood at the rusted door, pulling the heavy chain from the hasp, and he counted the years as one he would have rather spent on almost anything so. He dragged the first bag of old newspapers so he could see the floor, and he looked at the pile of paint cans, and he wondered of the cost, and he picked up a single glove from the shelf, and he thought that this one would be a long afternoon, and he was right so. He found a bicycle with a flat tire from a summer he could not recall, and he set it so it leaned against the wall, and he took one look at the stack of boxes, and the smell of old oil, and he knew the job would be tedious, and he wished it were not at. He would have to sort the bolts from the washers, and he put the rags at the bottom of a bin, and he checked the time so he could leave by five, and the thought of the standing order annoyed him, and he found one more crate of jars, and he sighed, and he went on so. He lifted the crate of jars one by one, and he set them on the floor, and he would not keep them, and he pulled the tape of the cardboard, and he saw the dust from the years, and he wiped his hands, and he felt so tired of the whole thing, and he looked at the clock on the wall, and he kept working so. He took the hammer and the wrench at the back of the shelf, and he placed them one by one into a bucket, and he thought so he could sell the drill, and he would not need the ladder, and he dragged the rope from the corner, and he coiled it, and he was done of the sorting, and he swept the floor, and he closed the door. He locked the door and stood at the quiet, and he held the key one last time, and he was so glad it was over, and he would not come back, and he walked away from the garage, and the afternoon was done of.