The Fifth Revision
The typewriter had been silent for eleven minutes. Richard Callahan was counting, not because the counting would make the words come faster but because the counting was something he could control, and control was the thing he had been losing in increments so small he had not noticed the cumulative deficit until his wife started packing the good china into cardboard boxes labeled BASEMENT in her...
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