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I go to work early on Monday morning, and I see three laborers carrying four cast-iron heating batteries on children's sleds. They cross a shallow groove across the road (the pipe is laid). The sled folds in half. One man, with annoyance: "Fuck, second sled!" The second man, lingering, business-like: "What do you want, the weight is so..."