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Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his T-shirt clung to him like plastic wrap on a microwaved burrito.
As soon as he stepped inside, the sheer chaos of the place hit him like a slap in the face.
People were everywhere—darting up staircases, carrying boxes, setting up camera equipment, shouting across rooms like they were in a stock exchange, and overall moving around like a bunch of caffeinated ants.
He stood there, wide-eyed, his brain struggling to pie ...
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