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It's my usual routine; up the lift, turn right, down the corridor. "Hello" she says to me; "Hello" in return. A fleeting glance, but then, anonymous.

Work, office, meetings...colleagues? - or means, and machines, to an end? We cannot act alone, we are told, we are a team.

In disguises.

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