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As soon as Hank entered the room, Gretchen smiled. “You are back,” she said. “How was work?” “Hectic,” Hank replied. “Dinner?” “I wish I could ask that.” “You will,” Hank said, hugging her. “First, get better. ” Next day, Hank stood dressed in his suit. “Have a nice day at the office,” Gretchen said. Hank left, smiling. Outside, he locked the door and faced a crumbling wasteland. He walked, unafraid.

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  Jan. 2, 2019, 8:23 p.m.
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