6. Joe looked at the pallet of shingles. It was a mountain of work. There were over 100 bundles. Each
weighed 100 pounds. He
looked at the house with three floors. The shingles went to the third floor.
Someone would have to
carry them up two ladders. Joe was someone. The
sun hung high in the sky.
Its
warm hands slapped the back of
Joe's neck. "Well," his boss said with his hands
on his hips, "those
shingles can't get up there
by themselves." Joe sighed. Then he slung a bundle
atop each shoulder.
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