My Municipal Inspector Stripped Me Of My Badge Beside A Salted Pond, Believing An Immigrant Operator Had No Records, But My Private Maintenance Backups Unraveled His Bought Inspection.
He took my badge beside a salted West Virginia pond and counted on seven days of memory to bury my answer. I kept maintenance backups, a folded invoice, and one friend who knew which valve had opened.
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