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The fluorescent lights of the subway car hummed like a dying engine, casting sickly yellow on commuters slumped like torpedoed ships. I stabbed at my phone screen, cycling through candy-colored time-wasters that left me emptier than before. Then, thumb hovering over the app store's abyss, I remembered Mark's drunken raving about "that sub game." With nothing left to lose, I plunged into the download.

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