Frank Morrison sat at his kitchen table and looked at the wall.

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The wall was beige. It had been beige when he bought the apartment three years ago. It was still beige. Frank had painted over it once, twice, three times. Each time it went back to beige. As if the beige was in the drywall. As if the beige was inevitable. On the table in front of him was a small wooden object. Frank did not know what it was. It looked like a toy. A mechanical toy. Small gears....

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