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An ambulance passed below his window. The noise was blatant and exacerbated the tension in the back of his head. Its siren had no rhythm, taking breaths between uneven, jarring intervals, as if the one playing the instrument was struggling to stay on the beat of the city. It bothered him even after it turned onto 8th and faded.
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