The fluorescent light in the convenience store buzzed like a...

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The fluorescent light in the convenience store buzzed like a trapped fly. Frank Kowalski sat behind the counter, watching the digital clock flip from 2:14 to 2:15. It was 2:15 on a Tuesday in Chicago, March, and he was unemployed.

The store was on South Halsted, somewhere between a laundromat that smelled like mildew and a bar that played blues music at a volume that made Frank's teeth ache. He had been working the night shift here for eleven months. Eleven months of watching drunks stumble in at midnight for beer, insomniacs at 3 AM for coffee, and nobody at 4 AM except the rats. He thought about the woman three weeks...

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