the chair let out a bright squeak as he leaned back, satisfactorily. it had been a long day, much like the day before, and the day before that, and the day... you get the point.
it was there, complete, in his hands, so to speak. tiny pixels, code floating around, jumping from one place to another inside his computer, recieving commands and organizing them as quickly as his fingertips could press the keys.
so here it was, years of work, glowing in front of him, highlighting many wrinkles and misplaced facial hair, 942 pages waiting to become more than just pixels and code.
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