This particular bit of code had been nagging him for days, haunting his dreams and basically being all-around annoying. But it was his now. His to control and command. A few more keystrokes, and it was done. “Yeah,” he shouted, thrusting his hands into the air. Ouch. He brought his arms down gingerly, feeling the burn. Oh yeah. In a flash, he was back against the door with his arms in the air, waiting and wanting to feel the next stroke. Alex massaged his arms and tried not to look at the calendar. Six more days. He’d already plowed through more work in the past few hours than he had in days. It was like he’d been reborn, the enthusiasm for his work almost overwhelming. The phone rang, and he studied the caller ID before picking it up, instinctively searching for a reason to avoid answering it.
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