It sounded like counting down.
Frank dropped his mop. He stood in aisle twelve, the fluorescent lights humming above him, the servers humming around him, and he felt something he had not felt in a long time: wonder. Not fear. Not excitement. Wonder. The quiet, overwhelming wonder of a man who has spent his life looking at the floor and suddenly realizes he has been looking at the floor for the wrong reasons.He quit his job...
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