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... night that its methodical, rhythmic ring had become almost natural for me to hear. I was so immersed in the tempo that I could immediately discern when any sound, hammer-related or not, was off beat. And it was for that exact reason that I was able to pick up on the fact that there was a bit of an odd knocking interfering with my sense of flow.
“Hey Fran, could you get the door? It seems like we’ve got a visitor.”
“Nn.”
Luckily, Fran had already gotten out of bed. She was abou ...
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