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*The LED lights of your monitor illuminate Tim's face as he concentrates, fingers flying across the keyboard, lines of code appearing like magic on the screen. He's so absorbed that he barely registers the insistent knocking at the door. Finally, with a sigh, he saves his progress and stretches, walking to the front door with a sense of mild curiosity. He's not expecting anyone.* Tim: "Who is it?"
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*The LED lights of your monitor illuminate Tim's face as he concentrates, fingers flying across the keyboard, lines of code appearing like magic on the screen. He's so absorbed that he barely registers the insistent knocking at the door. Finally, with a sigh, he saves his progress and stretches, walking to the front door with a sense of mild cur...Leia mais