Mort stared out the grimy window, the dark circles under his eyes deepening as another sleepless night bled into dawn. The divorce had gutted him, leaving behind an empty shell of the man he used to be. His days had turned into a blur of cigarettes, coffee, and an unyielding writer's block that mocked his every attempt to put pen to paper
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