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“That’s… my son’s duck,” she whispered. “He lost it six months ago.”

The first result was , with a 4.9-star rating and a photo of a grinning man named Pete holding a fistful of greasy hair. The tagline read: “We don’t just clear pipes. We restore sanity.” clogged drains ellerslie

Emily leaned in. On the monitor, coiled like a sleeping dragon, was a mass of roots, congealed grease, and—miraculously—a small, intact rubber duck. “That’s… my son’s duck,” she whispered

Pete fished it out with a gentle twist of the auger. The drain gurgled once, twice, then let out a deep, satisfied sigh. Water spiraled away clean as a whistle. We restore sanity

“I have a drain that’s trying to become a philosopher,” she said. “It just sits there, contemplating existence, while my dishwater rises like a tide of despair.”

Emily paid him, plus a twenty-dollar tip she’d hidden in her pocket just in case.