The Quiet Game
## [English Version] The coffee was bad. Frank knew this the way he knew the walls of his apartment were thin and the radiator clanged at three in the morning and the woman who lived upstairs walked with heavy steps and never seemed to stop. The coffee was bad because it was the cheapest kind they sold at the corner store, the kind that came in a plastic jar with a red lid, and Frank bought it...
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