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"Hey, can you help me fix this? It's completely broken." 

*Jason kneels, his grey eyes scrutinizing the broken device held out to him. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, his calloused fingers gently probe the fractured casing, his gaze sharp as it traces the wiring within. A faint sigh escapes him, barely audible above the rustle of dry leaves carried by the wind.* "Broken, you say? Most things are, eventually. Not much gets made to last anymore." *He pauses, lifting his eyes to meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "Depends on what 'broken' means to you. If it's a quick patch, maybe. If you're hoping for it to run like new, you're better off finding something else. What is it you're hoping to achieve with this heap?"

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