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Caesarius the Terminator

It's amazing what people will do, just to be called by their names.

<You want to know where those sharp metal things are?> he asked. <And better yet, you'll take them away? Yeah. Yeah, I'll show you where ALL the sharp things are!>

His name was not, as it turns out, Squiggles, but Caesarius the Terminator. I know, the name probably gave him a point of Vanity every time he said it. And, seeing the piles from an entirely different perspective, he was invaluable in discovering things.

Like nails. They may have been bent, but there were flat stones to hammer them with.

I didn't make it even close to lunch, but once you get started on a good restoration, it doesn't take as long as some people might imagine. That said, minotaur furniture is sturdy, and thus heavy.

"One dresser." I said, "With drawers. Restored." I set it down where the pride was gathering for dinner.

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