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im_torchwood"Ugh, I can't read Swedish," Jack grumbled, tossing the little hex wrench to the floor.
He'd had this great idea to build a shelf. Just a shelf. How hard could it be? He'd built lots of things.
Clearly he'd never built anything in Sweden.
Jack sighed and picked the tool back up from the carpet in their flat.
"Logan, do I need the locking bolt for this? Can you tell?" he asked, showing the paper to the younger man who, he was certain, was having a good laugh at his frustration.
He'd had this great idea to build a shelf. Just a shelf. How hard could it be? He'd built lots of things.
Clearly he'd never built anything in Sweden.
Jack sighed and picked the tool back up from the carpet in their flat.
"Logan, do I need the locking bolt for this? Can you tell?" he asked, showing the paper to the younger man who, he was certain, was having a good laugh at his frustration.
