a little bit of tiresome...

Doc (my step-father) taught me how to work. Eventually, I knuckled down and settled in for the tasks at hand. One day, admiring my diligence, someone asked if it was hard (the task at hand).

I responded, "All it takes is a little bit of tiresome."

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