{ ... }

 

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  Newsroom tête-à-tête. A la office partée. No partisans, just lovers. Men-of-letters, women-of-pictures, manufacturing dirty words, even after the shift had been hit. The copyright was off but house-style was evidently still on the agenda. Telly and Sally were all over each other, competitor appreciating competitor. 

  The deadlines were on the way but the headlines were difficult to put away, so each and every co-op member had decidèd to stay. 

  The media was going under. And the State was going over-the-top with hysteria. 

  “It's the way they taught us to do it back in the day,” said Sally.  

  It didn't seem to matter what Sally was trying to say, it was just tête-à-tête at the office partée. All over her, Telly. 

  {further away} 

  “Who's is that on Telly?”  

  “That's Sally, tasty ain't she?”  

  “Yeah, I wonder if she's noticed me?”  

  “You can't get to her, she's with The Grand Editor,”  

  “He's probably not committed to her. You know how these stands are in this line of work. It's all about status. There's no romance. It's just a show.”  

  A show on Telly. 

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