When I got to the Birch Street Nursing Home this morning, Mr. Richards was waiting at the door. He told me he couldn't wait to show me the drapes he'd made with the material I had brought for him last Saturday. I followed him upstairs, and was surpised by how much the new turquoise drapes brightened up the space. I told him he did a great job, and I also liked the stylish throw pillows on his bed. He told me that the room was still a work in progress, and that the next time he wins big at poker he's going to purchase some fresh paint for the walls and a few throw rugs to cover up the stained carpet.
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