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He took his time twisting on his blue tie, staring at himself in the mirror. It was Wednesday—that’s why he was wearing blue. Always blue on Wednesdays. He sighed, hearing that last sentence in his head. Pathetic. Another Wednesday.

Another shrill beep from the microwave when his oatmeal was ready. Another morning burning his fingertips on the ceramic bowl—again—and having to rummage around in his drawers for the oven mitt. Another bitingly…