“With no other tools at my disposal…I grabbed the old metal teal broom, bristles splayed out like a Thanksgiving turkey, and ready to do the bidding of whoever wielded it.”
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“I wiped the sweat clean off with the back of my hand. I heaved and leaned down towards the plastic billowing in the wind once more. It might’ve looked graceful had I not felt their challenge radiating like a polluting pulse.”
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