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... buckets left behind like abandoned pets, we found it: a lonely wash basin in a patch of relative silence.
The basin itself was an ugly thing—chipped porcelain, a hairline crack veining its side like an old scar—but it was surrounded by just enough open floor space to feel private in a way that wasn’t technically private.
The water pipe above it dripped with the same lazy rhythm as an old man tapping his cane, each droplet plinking into the basin with a sound that could’ve been me ...
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