Scuffed

In the driver’s seat of a scuffed yellow forklift, Wade Tate wheels through a vast distribution center on this city’s outskirts, storing inventory—boxes of machine parts or Sterno fuel kits—and fulfilling customers’ orders.

I scuffed my shoe on the door.

I bought a scuffed skateboard from a second-hand store.

I have one photograph of her and there have been times—though no longer, I swear it, she is dead for me—when I would have given my soul for just one more. I found it in an old scuffed Bible when I was Tom's age, in a suburban mansion we were hastily vacating.

Dude, I can’t f**king see anything, I don’t even know who I’m playing against. This client is so scuffed bro. How many billions do you need to bloody fix this sh*t.