“He turned to acknowledge the software geeks by raising his cup in a mock toast. They just stared, motionless. “They don’t say too much, do they. I like that.”
Then, it was like someone flipped a forgotten switch in a long dark hallway, and his little weasel windows bore into me like I imagined the Great Satan’s might be able to.”
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