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“Tell me a story,” Charlie said. He leaned on Isaac’s desk, and a pen rolled off onto his keyboard. Isaac picked up the pen and set it in the jar of pencils. “I’m working right now. Maybe later?” Charlie slumped further and some papers crumpled under his elbow. “But I