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For the first time in his adult life, Andrew had nowhere to go. There was no one expecting him. There were no briefs to be written or filed. No deadlines to meet. No court dates to keep. And yet he was tired. So very tired. Whatever energy he had mustered to exert himself at work had dissipated into precipitation. He felt like a skeleton—all bones and no muscles—hanging limply on a display rack at the medical school. For days his biggest decision was whether to make coffee or tea when he stepped into the kitchen. He sat on the sofa watching soap operas with storylines and characters he didn’t know. He flipped to talk shows gossiping about celebrities he wasn’t familiar with. Once out of desperation he turned to the cooking channel, but then the perky lady chef started baking chocolate
