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getting loose. I held it in my hands. —”Well, sir,” I said to the empty air. “Look at the mess you made.” The apartment creaked in the wind. The window was open. Outside, the city breathed. —”Just don’t let it go to your head,” I whispered, imitating his tone. “The soup is still just decent.” Then, from the hallway, I heard footsteps. For an instant continue reading …
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