“Hey, Ben!” His father called from the garage, the clanging of tools echoing behind the door. “Have you seen my wrench? I can’t find the dam—“ His mother cleared her throat from the dining room table and his dad coughed, before continuing, “that blasted thing anywhere.”Weird, his dad usually was incredibly organized with his tools, sometimes he’d joke with Tyler that he loved his metal babies more than him. Though, they all knew it wasn’t true."No, I haven’t seen it since last week. Do you want help finding it??” Ben called back, setting down his math notebook. He was getting a headache from it anyway.There was a pause before the gruff man relented, his head popping in through the kitchen doorway. He looked exasperated. “If you don’t mind, I need to retighten the bolts on the car again. Not sure what the issue is but every time I mess with it, it loosens up again the next day.
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