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So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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Finally, the lights flicker back on. I finish up Lars’s cut, and he leaves lookin’ fresh. But then, my next client, Anna, walks in. She’s a regular, but today she’s all frazzled. Turns out she lost her job at the mine. I’m like, “That sucks, Anna. You’ll bounce back.” But she’s all teary-eyed. I’m tryin’ to cheer her up, crackin’ jokes about how I’m the best barber in Malmberget. She laughs, but I can see she’s hurt.

LKAB prepares for a twelve-hour stop in Malmberget