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It's 4:50pm. The second hand ticks through the numbers. Nobody stirs in the office. Just heads behind computer screens. I think about my daughter. She must be starting to work up an appetite for dinner. The manager sneaks out earlier than usual. I think about my wife. She's probably cooking up something delicious. I stare at the screen. A new email. The subject line becomes blurry as I stare back at the clock. It's 4:51pm.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
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It's 4:50pm. The second hand ticks through the numbers. Nobody stirs in the office. Just heads behind computer screens. I think about my daughter. She must be starting to work up an appetite for dinner. The manager sneaks out earlier than usual. I think about my wife. She's probably cooking up something delicious. I stare at the screen. A new email. The subject line becomes blurry as I stare back at the clock. It's 4:51pm.
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29/M/Los Angeles
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
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