The Morning Light Filters Weakly Through the Small Bathroom Window as I Crouch Down, Wrench in Hand, Trying to Fix a Dripping Pipe

But inside, I feel the tug of truth, urging me to confront the mystery head-on.

Perhaps tomorrow, I think, as I slip the tubes back into my pocket, their presence both a burden and a curious comfort.

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