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Tim polished up the last photo and sent all the digital shots from Africa to Scott. Carli had the film canisters, and she would want to do the developing. He didn’t have any of the material from South America and wrote that in the e-mail, then sent everything to New York.
He leaned back in the chair and rubbed his tired eyes. Blinking to focus on the table in front of him, he peered into the white cardboard box that Alyssa had brought him for lunch, which was four hours ago. Carli had invited him down to the dining room, but he was on a roll and wanted to get the file to Scott. So, Carli had sent Alyssa with a box lunch, which he had devoured. Four hours ago. He stood and stretched and decided to wander downstairs to see who was around and how long it was until dinner.
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