AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't hate me for this story. Just don't. Ever heard of the free will to write? Yeah.
As usual, the sun took hold of the day in Danville, giving warm rays of bright happiness throughout the whole Tri-state area. Though the morning was very misleading for today, the Flynn-Fletcher boys were hard at work, hammering down on the day's project.
With his eyes locked down on on the leaver, Phineas strapped himself to the rope and began to pull himself up higher and higher until he could reach the screw sticking out way above. He smiled approvingly as he spun it back in place, and even...
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