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... rusty pile of metal wasn't about to start working any time soon. The smile was weak, and his hands trembled. This wasn't going to happen. How many times had he begged for parts, just to get the usualt rigamarol about a budget freeze? What could he say to that? Nothing. He couldn't say a thing. Because he was too nice, darnit. Too eager to please, to not make trouble and go with the flow. He put ...

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