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... the kind where everyone’s already forgotten their lines but insists on performing anyway. One by one, our crew shuffled out of the cab, muttering curses under their breath, a procession of weary sinners pretending to be saints on break.
Their boots clanged against the grated metal, the sound echoing in uneven rhythm, mingling with the hiss of steam and the soft whine of cooling pipes. The Boss was the first to complain, naturally. "If that old bastard starts another story about his ’glo ...
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