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... x painted a depressing shade of beige.
Michael stood in the corner, his suit jacket now off, his tie loosened.
He felt like he had just run a marathon himself, his body buzzing with a residual, staticky energy from the [Power Shot] and the [Honorable Defeat].
The team filed in, one by one. They were physically wrecked. Their legs were heavy, their chests heaved, and their faces were streaked with sweat and exhaustion. They had, in the end, been beaten by a team of multi-m ...
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