The Price Tag
The numbers appeared on a Tuesday, which was already suspicious because Tuesdays were for hangovers and regret, for nursing the kind of wounds that didn't show on the skin. The numbers appeared at eleven o'clock, and Jack Morrison was sitting in his apartment with a half-empty bottle of rye and the kind of silence that presses against your ears like deep water. He had been in a car accident...
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