The first time a petrol chainsaw let me down, it wasn’t dramatic. No sparks, no smoke. Just that stubborn, sputtering cough when you pull the cord for the tenth time and your shoulder starts to complain. The smell of half-burnt fuel hangs in the air. Your gloves feel sticky. Somewhere in the background, a branch creaks like it’s quietly judging you.
You stand there thinking, Is...
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