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“No corners,” she said, walking out to inspect.

“Asphalt repairs, Malvern,” he said. “Frank speaking. You got a hole, or a whole mess?” asphalt repairs malvern

Frank showed up in a dump truck that smelled of tar and old coffee. He didn’t use a laser level or a drone. He knelt down, ran a gloved hand over the crater, and clicked his tongue. “No corners,” she said, walking out to inspect

She smiled and rolled down her window. The smell of fresh asphalt hung in the air—industrial, honest, permanent. You got a hole, or a whole mess

“She’s a deep one,” he said. “Winter freeze got under the base. Water did the rest.”

Frank wiped his brow. “In Malvern, we do roads the way we do fences: straight, solid, and neighborly.”

For the first time in months, Malvern felt whole again. One pothole at a time.