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Full of fresh determination, Dale heaved open MacDonald Hall’s heavy front door to have his nose assaulted by sugar.
The conference crowd looked almost as dense as it had been during breakfast, but the day’s events had drained animation from people’s faces. Conversations had risen above funeral home whispers, but didn’t come near the morning’s boisterous if sleepy cheer. A skinny guy in jeans and an Adorable Linux T-shirt stood near the entrance with a small paper plate in one hand, using the plastic fork in the other to emphasize his words as he talked to one of the nattily-suited Indian men. Dale caught a few words, something about problems in library versioning. Mister Adorable Linux seemed intent on bludgeoning his opinion into the other man.
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