I opened my office window a crack to let the sting of the early evening breeze cool my throbbing temples. A saxophonist played a sorrowful note on the street corner outside and in the distance sirens shouted their desperation to the coming night. Right then, Cambridge sounded like a film noir soundtrack.
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