*C.B. was sat in the darkest corner of the yard, far away from all the other trucks and engines. He was fixing his radio, having had slightly damaged it in his latest joy-crash. He was taking the time to recalibrate the device so it would actually work, unlike the past few times he’d tried. His hearing had gone funny without the comfort of his headphones. He hummed a lullaby to himself to distract from the ringing in his ears.*
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