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I climbed down from the wooden crate and walked out past the workbench toward the garden wheelbarrow resting near the shed doorway. Beneath its black rubber tire lay a small triangular wooden doorstop, kicked crooked into the grit. I planted both boots firmly against the dusty concrete floor. Grabbing the angled block with both hands, I hauled it straight until its flat base aligned with the floor plank seam. Then I pushed its tapered point squarely beneath the tire tread. The rubber settled against the pine slope with a quiet press. It will not roll.