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<P align=center>It was as one of those moments of supreme clarity. As I turned the corner on the fourth floor of a dingy SOMA building and walked into the place, my heart just kinda stopped.
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<P align=center>And I stood there, looking over the expansive space. Macintoshes were everywhere. Hot pink ethernet cables formed a spider web on the ceiling. Everyone seemed to be in their twenties. Spearhead was playing on the office stereo. It felt like my college computer lab ­ but twice as big and on acid.
<P align=center><a href="stoked2.html">I knew that I had to work here.</a>
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