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The sun came down in a stream on his face, heating it,
bringing him to consciousness, making the hangover worse. He rolled over a..
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The sun was coming down in a stream on his face, heating it,
bringing him to consciousness, making the hangover worse. He rolled over and
felt the p..
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Lightning cracked outside the window and woke him. George Crombers
sat up and looked out at the night, at the rain coming down in torrents,
wetting ..
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He woke and looked around the apartment, the view of the
city beyond, tiny lights twinkling, clusters of buildings scattered. He turned
away from it..
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He woke and looked around his apartment, the view of the
city beyond; dreams of the old world, taking away his thoughts. He turned away
from it and ..
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He woke in the dark as he would sometimes do, the city
lights filtering through the blinds, the noises of the outside loud in his ears.
He rolled ov..
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He woke late as he was now prone to do, his head throbbing
from oversleep. He looked around at the room and wondered about his life. Thoughts
swirli..
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Mike sat at the bar, sipping on a cocktail. He took a
handful of salty nuts from the little bowl, ate them and gazed at the
bar-tender, who was shor..
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Anders opened his window and looked down at the empty street,
put his coat on and made his way out onto the steps of the apartment block
where he li..
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Mike Stevens left the house as the rain sat in, falling hard
on his clothes and hair. It was seven am, Monday morning, and the usual time he
would s..
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