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... cracked—actually cracked—echoing through the run-down apartment like it was bouncing between every water-damaged wall. Someone’s box TV down the hall mumbled through thin drywall, adding this strange, sitcom laugh-track that was starkly contrast to the fact that my life was falling apart.
I realized I’d been backed up almost completely into the corner. My hands were trembling and I hated that I knew she could see it.
I wasn’t a big guy—more skinny-athletic than anything. Runner’s ...
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