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It’s the weight of the gallon making the water taste like victory. It’s the ritual—sweat, service, thirst, relief. In that order.
The sky is that specific shade of grey-pink—too shy to commit to sunrise, too tired to stay night. You’re still half-drowning in yesterday’s melatonin when the kreek of a plastic gallon crate breaks the spell.