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

He talked while he worked. Shoveled out the broken chunks. Painted the edges with tacky oil. Poured the hot mix—black as licorice, steaming in the April chill. Then the rake, the roller, the slow, satisfying hiss of cooling asphalt. asphalt repairs malvern

The next morning, Lena drove over the repair. Smooth as glass. No bounce. No rattle. “She’s a deep one,” he said

“Asphalt repairs, Malvern,” he said. “Frank speaking. You got a hole, or a whole mess?” “She’s a deep one