The 13th Hour

The 13th hour: One three! One three! One three! Doug Miller was haunted by this self-inflicted mantra of repeating one three. Over and over, before he went to sleep at night and upon first waking up in the morning. The perpetually annoying one three was there to greet him at the beginning and the end of his day. Plus, nearly hour for hour, it would show up in his mind in due course.

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Doug was a simple man living a simple life in the city of Pittsburgh, USA. His job was pretty much a solitary one. Eight full hours a day, he worked in a mailroom located in the basement of a well-known high-rise insurance company. He went to and from work riding on a city transit bus that was on time for the most part. However, it did become quite annoying when the weather was foul and the bus was running late. It was not uncommon for Doug to get drenched by the pouring rain before heading down to the mailroom basement. Doug never…

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