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... g loud, something funny—I barely registered any of it. My eyes were fixed on the screen, sure, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. Every minute stretched like it had something personal against me, dragging itself out just to remind me how slow time could be when you were alone.
At one point, I glanced at the clock on the wall and frowned. 2:46 p.m. I swore it stayed that way for five minutes straight. I checked again. Still 2:46. Maybe I was tired. Maybe I wasn’t reading it right. O ...
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