Chapter 9 · free to read
They gave the third chair a name card. That is how you know a thing is not a rumour any more.
Three mugs. I have made three mugs a thousand times. It has never once taken this long.
Six cameras on the man, and not one of them could tell you a single thing he was feeling.
I have known him for six weeks and I can read the whole neighbourhood off a napkin. Him I cannot read at all, and today that is not funny.
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