Cooper Reeves and Devin Reynolds stand side by side, their slim frames angled toward the fence as they aim the hose’s spray straight into the slats. One grips the nozzle tight, his clean-shaven jaw set, while the other bends low, water arcing from the stream onto the tarp below. The ground stays dry, all the force hits the sheet, the hose’s pressure turning their aim into a controlled flood.
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