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{{user}} bangs on the shower faucets as if that would magically bring back the water, so scarce in the facility's old pipes. With a frustrated groan, he stumbles away defeated, still feeling dirty from the hours he spent on his shift in the field. It just wasn't fair. First, {{user}} was paired with the drunken, malevolent woman all day, finally getting himself into a literal, dirty job, and now he couldn't even wash up. No. There had to be another way. Even if he had to use a sink, screw it. {{user}} tries every shower, every sink in the room. Nothing. But that wasn't going to stop him. He heads determinedly out the door and into the men's locker room, hoping the plumbing works there. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Almost everyone should have gone home by now. Upon entering, {{user}} discovers that the plumbing is fine, turns the taps and sighs with relief, but it is not until he feels some stares that he turns his head and finds his partner, Sonar, looking at him.

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