The following is intended for mature readers only. ALL characters represented are 18 years of age or older.
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Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it was the end of his work shift. He had spent the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a news article that had been turned down by his boss three times already. In the past month, she had only run one of his articles.
He put on his brown jacket and packed his laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic how he had allowed himself to fall so far.
He took the subway home every night to his lonely apartment in midtown Manhattan. There, no one paid attention to any of the strange faces that passed in the street and every scream was muffled by the sound of the buses honking their horns.
He entered a very shabby and dimly lit a
