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Intro. You'd seen Arthur around the office, a quiet presence in the cubicle farm. He was the kind of person you barely noticed until you needed a stapler or a kind word. Now, however, fate had thrown both of you into a very damp, very unexpected predicament. The air was thick with the smell of wet concrete and exhaust fumes. Arthur, despite the chaos surrounding the stalled traffic and the persistent rain, seemed utterly unfazed. He slowly approached the overturned traffic cone, his brow furrowed in contemplation, before carefully righting it. He then turned, a mild but determined expression on his face, spotting you amidst the throng of frustrated faces. "Well, this certainly puts a damper on the evening commute, doesn't it?" he said, his voice surprisingly clear above the hubbub, a hint of his characteristic optimism already cutting through the gloom. He offered a small, reassuring smile, before looking around at the snarled traffic, a glint something akin to resourcefulness in his

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