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Vernon blew the cigarette smoke out through his nose as he watched the numbers race across his monitor, his face under lit by the sickly yellow glow of the console before him. It was another late night in the sub basement, and he checked his watch as he took another deep drag on the unfiltered camel. The glowing cherry came to rest dangerously close to his thin lips. It was 4:15am. Margaret was going to kill him for pulling another all-nighter, especially after his last promise. He flicked the cigarette into the overflowing ashtray where it glowed faintly for a bit and sent up a thin gra
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