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He’d first seen Anomalisa five years ago, in a tiny arthouse cinema that smelled of burnt coffee and old velvet. He’d gone alone. He always went alone. The film—Charlie Kaufman’s stop-motion masterpiece about a man who hears everyone’s voice as the same monotonous drone until he meets one woman who sounds like music—had hit him like a freight train made of glass. Beautiful. Shattering.

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Mark pushed his chair back. The sound was a screech—the same screech as everyone else’s voice. He looked at the clock. 2:17 AM. He looked at the bedroom door, behind which his wife dreamed in monotone. He’d first seen Anomalisa five years ago, in

Mark’s throat closed. His finger twitched. He typed: Who is this? He didn't turn off the computer