Exhaust

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Every shift at 2:10 am, he drove the fork out into the lot, avoiding the pothole that had been there since he hired in, and dumped a load of scrap metal in the third dumpster. The scrap was shards of shards,bathed in old cutting oil. Basically useless.

Fog often rolled from the hill above the lot. Will Grant knew it wasn’t fog, it was car exhaust.