p. 154 – “Hello? Hello? I think the phone went dead…”

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When Marshall Farthingbottom walked into his office that fine Friday morning, the last thing on his mind was the end of the world. In fact, he was in a mood diametrically opposed to thinking about the end of the world. His coffee had percolated to the perfect temperature and consistency; his automated cab service had pulled up on time; the highways had miraculously cleared itself of traffic just as the sun peeked over the mountains, beaming down ...