The Ten-Billionth Chance
The laptop was sitting in a pile of trash behind the abandoned factory on East Fourth Street, half-buried under a stack of water-damaged cardboard boxes and a broken chair leg. Raymond Kowalski saw it when he was doing his rounds, which meant walking around the perimeter of the property in a jacket that was too thin for November and thinking about things he did not want to think about, like the...
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