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"And that's today's weather forecast. Back to you, Linda."
As soon as the female anchor began speaking, Arthur dug his finger up to the knuckle in his painfully blocked nostril. Momentarily sighing in relief, wondering why everyone was suddenly silent, Arthur glanced over to see his face on the monitor labeled LIVE FEED. "Oh shit."
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