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Drabble 191
by Rositamia
Some days, Gibbs hides away in the basement, working on that "damn boat he'll never finish, especially not in a land-locked basement." Bitter words spoken in anger by his ex only showed how much she didn't understand. He uses the rhythmic movements, strain of his muscles, and susurration of sanding to drown out his thoughts on days that batter at the heart he pretends not to have.
He gets lost in the motion, thinking of nothing but the next action of his body. Until the rich scent of coffee drifts down the steps. He smiles and puts down the sandpaper.
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