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The only things fictional about this post are the characters, the conversation, and the coffee cups. Everything else is cold, hard fact.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
Jack Callan stared numbly at the Venti Starbucks cup, which he cupped in both hands. Across the roundtop table for two sat his friend Egan O’Connor.
“Have ye lost…
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