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The checkout woman greeted him from under a fluorescent light that flickered every eight seconds.

“How can you stand that?” Rudy asked, telling himself not to count the flutters but counting them just the same.

“Stand what?” the checkout woman said.

“Never mind.”

He walked the twelve minutes back to Ocean Key Resort and shut himself in his room to get the wobbling messages of fluorescent ruination out of his head.

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