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It is early, early morning. The sun just barely making its way over the horizon. Solomon is waiting on the piazza for Chapin to arrive. He does, and in good spirits.
CHAPIN
Platt...? Good early morning.
Solomon removes his hat as he addresses Chapin.
SOLOMON
Sir, Master Tibeats had directed
me to call upon you for a keg of
nails.