"A broken clock can be right every now and then," Frank nudged his colleague's shoulder. "Right?"
Greg stared as the time-window split open, revealing his worst nightmare.
Sam asked. Darcy answered. They kissed. Greg wanted to cry.
"Go to hell, Frank."
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