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The roof slanted impossibly up, shingled in rich golden oak covered by tar and soot from thousands fireplaces around the city. Whoever crafted the roof did a bang-up swell job, all Jenkin-Junior. I can tell by how well the edge is holding up with me clinging by my fingernails.
(words 49; first published 11/20/2023 – created from a FaceBook writer’s group prompt where the aim is 50 words)