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The certified weigh ticket lay faceup on the steel scale counter, slashed diagonally with red grease pen.
Calvin held the orange wooden paddle between two fingers, as if it could stain him.
Dale held up the orange sweep paddle as if it were a piece of the boy’s clothing.
The orange nylon tarp was still dripping snow onto the warehouse concrete when Art pulled the clipboard off the weigh-scale hook.
"Step away from console three, Maya," Director Vance said, his hand already extended for her magnetic security card.
"You let thirty-eight thousand pounds of contaminated grain roll out into the rail siding, Jonas," Harlan said, dropping the clipboard flat on the counter.
Ruth held up an orange ratchet strap like it had my name stitched into it.
The ivory wall splintered with a dry, explosive crack, showering the polished marble foyer with white chalk and broken lath.
"Step away from the vaccine vault, Mateo," Dr. Robert Vance said, holding up the cracked temperature logger with its blinking crimson diode.