Frank Amato hated summer. His hand was aching as he swished the paint brush back and forth and he was constantly wiping away sweat from his forehead. He climbed down his long ladder and chugged his water bottle. The house he was painting was two stories and had very intricate details on it, making his job ten times harder than it needs to be. After a short break, Frank climbs the ladder again and does the repetitive motion of swishing his paint brush back and forth.
When Frank had finished painting for the day, he suddenly got a call. It was from a nearby hospital.
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