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Sarah found the knob. It was fused on like it had been welded by a vengeful god. She turned it. Nothing. She turned harder. Her knuckles went white. She considered swearing at it. Then she spotted the small diagram— “Turn counter-clockwise” —which she’d been doing wrong for the last four minutes. davina mccall exercise bike manual

She glanced at the floor. Screws. Bolts. A mysterious rubber washer. A spring that had launched itself across the room two days ago. She’d found it under the sofa, next to a stray hair tie and the ghost of a Dorito. That’s when she noticed the handwritten note in