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a net and a long pole.
It did not work.
Caleb stood on the patio watching the technician shake water from the dead plastic shell.
Marissa signed the service invoice.
She kept a copy.
That was petty, maybe.
It was also documentation.
Over the next week, Caleb tried every version of apology.
He tried shock.
He tried shame.
He tried blaming Vanessa.
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