The Hot Dog Singularity
Mr. Gable was the kind of man who could make a trip to the grocery store feel like a lecture on quantum field theory. He was a retired physicist who spent his days at the New York community center, wearing a cardigan that was more holes than wool and smelling faintly of mothballs and peppermint. He was dying, of course. He had a heart that beat like a broken clock and lungs that sounded like a...
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