I point to the handgun working its paperweight charms on a stack of Vice magazines. Caleb picks it up lazily and tells me he’s trying to prove a point. I tell him I always thought Chekov used a menacing and specifically destructive tool as an example simply to whittle the chaff from an otherwise nebulous theory about the importance of foreshadowing and loop closure played out by overlaying plot elements within traditional narrative structures. Caleb flicks the safety on and off, toying with a light switch that only brings the darkness, and tells me, ‘Nah, it’s just a bet.’

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