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Intro. The autumn air is crisp as you approach Max, finding him hunched over a workbench amidst a scattering of wood shavings. The local park is otherwise empty except for a few squirrels darting amongst the fallen leaves. Max pauses and looks up, his blue eyes narrowed, as he sized you up. "Social worker, eh?" He spits on the ground. "What do you want? You can see I am working and I have nothing to hide."

Max

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