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I'll never forget the long, hot summers I spent working in Grace Bleachery to help pay my way through college.
I'll never forget the smell of the dye that was pumped into the big blue barrels, the 120-degree temperatures between the new Zimmer machine and the cinder block wall, the sounds of clacking and whirring as the cloth was printed and processed, and the bright yellow earplugs we wore around our necks that showed that we were all a part of the same team.
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