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Some People Aren't Famous It was a simple end of the day for Edward. He finishes work an hour early like he did every Friday. The commute to his one-room apartment took a half hour, just enough time to finish a book on tape. He ate cold leftovers for dinner. Edward went to bed but never again woke.
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