The Day That Repeats
The crack in the ceiling had been there for ten years. Robert knew this because he had counted the days, which was one of the things he did when he was awake at four in the morning and couldn't sleep. Not that he couldn't sleep anymore. He could sleep fine. It was waking up that had become the problem. Six o'clock. The alarm clock buzzed. He turned it off with his left hand without opening his...
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