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Pete tucked the duck onto his dashboard next to a bobblehead. As they pulled away, Clara waved from the porch. The house felt lighter. The secret was gone.

And somewhere under Mill Road, the old pipes ran silent for the first time in sixty years. drain services abingdon

That night, she typed a review: “Drain services Abingdon — saved my sanity and a rubber duck. 10/10.” Pete tucked the duck onto his dashboard next to a bobblehead

“Backed-up sink, gurgling washer, and a duck?” Pete repeated. “Love it. Be there in forty.” holding up the now-clean toy.

“Rubber duck?” Shiv asked, holding up the now-clean toy.