The Wistful Campus
"You look tired, Sam." I did not look up from the file. My eyes burned. The fluorescent light hummed, a low, constant drone that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. "I am fine, Captain." "You are lying." I set the pen down. The click was loud in the silence. "I am not. I am simply working." "Working is not living." I looked at him. Major Halloway sat behind the heavy oak desk. He was older than me....
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