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Bernard stared at the gear. Then he took out his red pen, uncapped it, and drew a small, perfect circle around a period on his newspaper. He handed the paper to Eugene.

Arthur and Bernard never believed a word. But they listened. That was their real entertainment.

At 2 PM, they returned home. But “home” was a euphemism. Arthur lived in a basement apartment with seventeen clocks, only one of which worked. Bernard lived in a house where every surface was covered in unopened mail. Eugene lived in a van down by the river, but he had arranged the interior like a Japanese tea house, complete with a tiny shelf for his Ziploc bag collection. old men gangbang

That night, Eugene called Arthur’s phone. It went to voicemail. He left a message: “The grocery list I found today? It said ‘milk, eggs, bread, and revenge.’ Definitely a code.”

Their afternoon activity: watching a single oak tree. Bernard stared at the gear

Bernard snorted. Eugene smiled. Carla poured the coffee without being asked. Eleven seconds on the dot.

Their evening entertainment: phone calls. Arthur and Bernard never believed a word

“That’s the most beautiful misspelling I’ve ever seen,” Eugene said.