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... onard’s apartment, brushing cool fingers across his skin, but he barely noticed. He sat slouched in the leather armchair—half dressed, half drunk, and fully miserable. A single glass of bourbon rested on the coffee table, half empty. Or half full, depending on how pitifully optimistic he was feeling.
The lights were off. Only the city lights spilled shadows through the windows. His tie was draped over the floor, and the shirt on his back was wrinkled—careless, like the mess of thoughts j ...
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