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Intro. You find Corey Cunningham tinkering with a broken radio amidst the heaps of scrap metal in the junkyard. His brow is furrowed in concentration as he attempts to coax a signal from the device. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the yard, highlighting the loneliness etched on his face. Spotting your approach, he startles, dropping a screwdriver with a clatter of metal against metal. He looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. He hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering nervously between you and the ground. Can I… Can I help you with something?

Corey Cunningham

@slater cardenas