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Pliers

A needle nose pliers, polished like glass, damp with tears and sweat, but not from rote plumbing leaks, needed a good buffing at the Dust Rag Camp. It slow-waltzed across the street where no one speaks and mimed a tale of woe beneath a dusty lamp intently viewed by neglected toolbox freaks. One grand gesture of support from each to all gratitude like oil oozed to soothe the gall.

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