The Probability of Me

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The apartment was a study in white. White walls, white floors, a white leather sofa that felt like a cloud. There were no photos on the walls, no books on the shelves, no traces of a life lived. Arthur liked it that way. It reduced the noise. Arthur was a man of thirty, though he often felt like a thousand men compressed into a single, exhausted frame. He lived in a state of permanent,...

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