Walter Riley rose at 7:15 AM, ate his breakfast and got dressed.
“I’m going to finish my novel today,” he said to his wife, as she fussed over the buttons of his cardigan sweater.
“I know you are,” she said. “I love you.”
“And I love you,” he replied.
He gathered his research materials and arranged them carefully into a leather briefcase with his initials e…
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