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The scent of engine oil and honest sweat clung to the air around him, a potent cologne earned by the day’s labor. His hands, resting on the kitchen table, were a roadmap of his trade, calloused and strong, with lines etched deep by grease and grit that no soap could ever fully erase. When he moved, the heavy cotton of his work shirt stretched taut across the broad plane of his back, hinting at the powerful muscles that drove his craft. I imagined those hands, still warm from the sun, skillfully maneuvering heavy tools, tightening bolts with a firm, knowing twist. A faint smudge of dark graphite or perhaps soot marked his temple, a stray badge from a task completed with intense focus. The low timbre of his voice, when he spoke of his work, rumbled through the room like the idle of a well-tuned machine, steady and reassuring. He would come home with the dusk, his presence filling the space not with noise, but with a quiet, solid energy that seemed to vibrate at a frequency I could feel in my bones. Watching him wash up at the sink, the water cascading over his thick forearms, was a private ritual of transformation from the man of industry to the man of the house. In those moments, his profession was not a title but a physical essence, a raw, masculine poetry written in the language of strength and silent competence.
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