The server shutdown notice had been up for thirty days.
Frank Miller sat in his underwear at 2:47 AM, the blue light of his monitor painting his face in the color of old bruises, eating cold ramen from a Styrofoam cup because the kitchen sink was clogged and he had stopped caring about that sort of thing three months ago when the layoffs hit and the wife took the daughter and the apartment shrank by what felt like three inches every week. The forum...
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