The Arithmetic of Regret

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The text message arrived at 3:14 PM on a Wednesday. David was sitting in his office on the forty-second floor of a building on Wacker Drive, looking at a contract he had been reading for forty minutes without absorbing a single word, when his phone vibrated on the desk. He looked at the screen. The message was from Rachel. My dad died last week. The restaurant closed. I don't know what to do....

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