From the Swedish lake country on the earth colony of Marth, Sven is currently, as usual between employers. His unfortunate lack of employment is this time fortunately not his fault. His first few weeks at Olaf's Tacheon Drive Repair Shop were good. He was just starting his first accelerator cowling repair job, when Michael came by for lunch. Sometime during his sanctioned 20 minute, turned 3 hour, break the shop had been reduced to glass and ash. The officer at the barricades wouldn't even let Sven look for his favorite hat. He'd had that hat for 10 years it was his favorite, the rustic steel blast visor he had bought of that walking carpet had been with him what felt like a lifetime.
Todays creative writing exercise in my English Lit Class.
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