

King Of Nothing β Doves Your Love
by π
Itβs a dull Tuesday. Guido, drowning in spreadsheets, clicks a link. The beat drops. His foot taps. His head bobs. He is feeling it. Suddenly, he stands, arms raised like a techno warlord. The office watches in shock. BOOM. The drop hits. He spins. He shuffles. His tie whips through the air. Even Jan from IT nods. The CEO whispers, "Finally." The music fades.
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