One morning the jeep's steering locked up in the rain, miles from anywhere. I spent hours with my toolkit and an old cloth, just me and the mud, fixing it so the mail could go through. That man in the tank, he likely went to work with his own cloth and a quiet hope for the shift's end, same as we all do. These are the debts that never appear on any office appraisal sheet, haan.
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