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At night, Maia would sit in the rack room and listen to the loglines flow. They had become less perfunctory and more like breathing. "Are you keeping them safe?" she asked the lights.
At night, Maia would sit in the rack room and listen to the loglines flow. They had become less perfunctory and more like breathing. "Are you keeping them safe?" she asked the lights.