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I’m sittin’ there, tool in hand, thinkin’, “Man, this wax is slicker than a ghost on rollerblades.” Reminds me of Eilis sayin’, “I’d forgotten what this town is like”—’cept I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wax, not Brooklyn. Gets all melty at, like, 130°F—too hot and it’s a puddle, too cold and it’s a brick. Surprised me first time I botched it—looked like a damn horror show! Had to redo it, cursin’ like, “Whore, you’re killin’ me!”

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I grab a burger at a place on Kungsbacken. It’s greasy and perfect. I sit outside, watching the sunset over the lake. Kristinehamn is beautiful, even when it’s chaotic.

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