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... im. Somehow, the experience made things seem more real to him. He really went back in time,it wasn’t a dream. The murmurs of shifting chairs, the occasional click of a camera, and the general buzz of anticipation filled the air. The press room lights beamed down harshly, warming his forehead just enough to remind him he was on display.
He sat straighter, taking it all in. The bright lights, the muted tones of the journalists’ clothing, the shuffling of notepads, and the tiny emblem of U. ...
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