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... Mismatched furniture and half-eaten snacks.
The flat-screen TV was blaring, front and center, with Konrad Kain in high definition, practically foaming at the mouth as he screamed into the camera. His desk rattled from his fists pounding against it. His comb-over glistened under the studio lights like a war flag.
"ANOTHER NEW DAY!"
Konrad bellowed, stabbing a finger toward the screen.
"And another glorious twenty-four hours to be thankful that that terrorist Night ...
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