funk_49
tender_square
the
wallpaper
was
indestructible;
aegean
with
small
white
blossoms.
my
fingernails
could
only
peel
so
much
stick
.
dad
and
i
sprayed
our
respective
sides
down
with
a
shared
squirt
bottle
of
warm
water
. "
let
it
penetrate
the
layers
,"
he
said
when
i
rushed
it
.
we
scraped
with
chisels,
tips
flush
to
avoid gouges,
but
we
only
got
some
glue
. "
we
need
the
stuff
,"
he
said
. "
i
want
to
call
it
acetone,
but
its
something
else
."
at
home
hardware,
i
bought
a
small
concentrated
bottle
of
something
clear
that
mixed
with
water
and
pulverized paste.
back
at
my
place
,
we
washed
the
wall
and
the
paper
complied, flaking
and
tearing
in
satisfying
strips.
the
classic
vinyl
station
was
our
soundtrack
as
we
huffed
with
effort
and
sipped mcdonalds coffees
during
breaks
. "
james
gang!"
he
exclaimed,
and
i
cranked
the
bluetooth speaker.
there
were
moments
where
he
forgot
what
we
were
doing
;
did
the
sanding
come
first
or
the
mudding?
i
just
acted
like
every
ask
was
the
first
time
and
explained
it
again
.
but
he
could
recall
joe
walsh's
career
pre-eagles
and
all
the
shenanigans
of
sleeping
all
day
and
going
out
all
night
.
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