The Man Who Sold the Reel
I. William Cohen sat at his kitchen table in Brooklyn and stared at the letter from the bank with the kind of fixed, desperate attention that only a man who has run out of options can muster. The words blurred slightly, not from tears--William Cohen did not cry--but from the simple fact that he had been staring at the same paragraph for twenty minutes and still could not make the numbers work....
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