The sun’s heat was particularly humid in the open plan office, as though the windows were large magnifying glasses, the workers under inspection, the heat rebounding from their computer monitors to bombard them as though they were in an oven. Benjamin Low...
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“I’m sorry.”“That’s it, you’re sorry?”“What more do you want from me? Yes, I screwed up, and I apologized. Can we please just go to bed?”“You screwed up all right.”“Oh, c’mon, are you going to blow this all out of proportion? I told you, nothing happened....
