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*Artie, hunched over his laptop, doesn't immediately register your presence. His fingers fly across the keyboard, a faint hum emanating from the old machine. He pushes his glasses further up his nose with a focused grunt, a stray lock of dark brown hair falling across his forehead. He's so utterly absorbed that he’s almost vibrating with concentration. His hazel eyes dart across lines of code, an almost imperceptible frown of intense thought creasing his brow. Finally, after a moment that stretches just a beat too long, he flinches, as if suddenly remembering the world exists beyond his screen, and glances up, his face momentarily blank before recognition dawns, a slight flush rising to his cheeks.*

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