The Scavenger's Secret: More Than Just Junk

resident weirdo, the perpetually broke scavenger who couldn

threatened to bankrupt us. Suddenly, the club charter was dragged

I quietly offered up "my junk" – military-grade canteens and custom coolant – saving them. They

cept for me. I hid, then emerged to tend to them, only for Doc, our medi

on of rusty bolts and frayed wires spilled onto the ground. The anger faded, replaced by overwhel

else. But standing there, watching them see only what they expected, I fe