The cursor blinked on the screen like a patient, mechanical heart. Mark had been staring at it for seven minutes.
Then he looked at his car keys.
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Mark pushed his chair back. The sound was a screech—the same screech as everyone else’s voice. He looked at the clock. 2:17 AM. He looked at the bedroom door, behind which his wife dreamed in monotone. The cursor blinked on the screen like a
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