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... morning. It wasn't even 7 o'clock yet, but the streets of Manhattan were already bustling with activity. Wall Street elites in their suits, reports in hand, walked around spewing professional jargon into their phones. The coffee shop owner was struggling to move the magazine rack to the entrance. The fast-food drive-thrus were starting to form lines, with the myriad of vehicles queued up like assembly line parts. The sun reflected off rearview mirrors and the glass curtain walls of skyscrapers, ...
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