The rubbish has been waiting for weeks now. It started politely, of course. A chip packet here, a yoghurt pot there, lounging on the verge like tourists who missed the last bus and decided the pavement had “character”. No one panicked at first. After all, rubbish is famously patient. It understands systems. Or at least …
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