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Another day in paradise, Joe said to himself reaching for the handle on the garage door. Because it was still dark out he didn’t notice grease on the handle and it transferred over to his shirt. That’s okay, I’ll just roll up my sleeves. He had to use both hands. When did this get to be so heavy he wondered, now I’ll have to stop and get some WD-40 on the way home. The garage door and Joe both groaned at the same time. Joe slid into the ripped car seat and got in line at the main highway’s entrance.
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23 October 2026
