From df0d5f3cb03f8bf7d72e067c0fd7ee54ce4b86eb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2015 22:53:18 -0700 Subject: Change template and CSS for flatter structure - Change CSS to one file - Change template to reflect CSS flattening --- hardware.html | 22 ++++++++++------------ 1 file changed, 10 insertions(+), 12 deletions(-) (limited to 'hardware.html') diff --git a/hardware.html b/hardware.html index 2f1e655..233b8a6 100644 --- a/hardware.html +++ b/hardware.html @@ -12,23 +12,19 @@ Hardware | Autocento of the breakfast table - + - - - - - - + -
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His mother drove him to the Hardware Store on a Tuesday. “I’m glad to see you’ve taken my advice for once” she said. “What do you mean.” “Applying to work at the Hardware Store. I’m proud of you Paul.”

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“Oh right. Sure thing.” They pulled into the parking lot. “Just be a minute” he said as he opened the car door.

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He walked under the door resplendent in its King William orange and white. He saw the towering rows of shelves like mountain ridges in Hell. He strolled among the fixtures, pipes, planks, sheets, plants (Why plants? he thought), switches. He realized he didn’t know the first thing about building furniture. “I don’t know the first thing” he muttered to himself “about building furniture. I know the last thing would be a couch or chair or stool but the first thing is a mystery.” He turned around and walked straight out of the store and to his mother’s car without looking up.

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“How’d it go” she asked starting the car. “Great” he said.

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His mother drove him to the Hardware Store on a Tuesday. “I’m glad to see you’ve taken my advice for once” she said. “What do you mean.” “Applying to work at the Hardware Store. I’m proud of you Paul.”

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“Oh right. Sure thing.” They pulled into the parking lot. “Just be a minute” he said as he opened the car door.

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He walked under the door resplendent in its King William orange and white. He saw the towering rows of shelves like mountain ridges in Hell. He strolled among the fixtures, pipes, planks, sheets, plants (Why plants? he thought), switches. He realized he didn’t know the first thing about building furniture. “I don’t know the first thing” he muttered to himself “about building furniture. I know the last thing would be a couch or chair or stool but the first thing is a mystery.” He turned around and walked straight out of the store and to his mother’s car without looking up.

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“How’d it go” she asked starting the car. “Great” he said.

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