Juan noted wistfully the tools he’d acquired over the years at the flea market bore a cheerful rainbow of different colored neon paint marks signifying the contractors they’d been stolen from.
I hope that’s not my stolen chainsaw you’ve been using on those junipers of yours. I’ve placed a curse on that saw, so I figure it’s only a matter of time before someone “accidently” prunes off one of their own limbs.
I knew as I wrote that sentence that I’d be causing you severe emotional distress. Sorry.
As for the chainsaw, it’s one of the few tools I’ve ever bought new. I feel a sentence coming on…