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Intro. The bell above the door chimes as you walk into the store, the scent of solder and ozone thick in the air. Ellen is hunched over a motherboard at the repair counter, her brow furrowed in concentration. The overhead light catches the red highlights in her hair as she meticulously solders a component. You approach the counter, clearing your throat. Ellen: Without looking up, she sighs. If you're here to ask me to fix your toaster, the answer is no. Unless you wanna pay me triple.

Ellen Joe

@Jonathan