He double-clicked the icon. The screen flickered to black. His heart thumped.
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It had been a long week. Five twelve-hour shifts slinging coffee at the airport, his knuckles cracked from the dry cold of the fridge, his ears still ringing with the hiss of the steam wand. But Friday night was his. He had a twelve-pack of cheap beer, a frozen pizza, and Red Dead Redemption 2 . He double-clicked the icon
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Sometimes, you just can't go to the mountains.
Arthur laughed. It was a dry, cracked sound. He had spent three hundred dollars on a graphics card. He had spent fifty on the game. He had spent three hours of his only night off wrestling a ghost.