There are people walking down a hallway in a building

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The sight before me was quite fascinating yet melancholy; a worn neon sign still half lit buzzing late into the night over an abandoned convenience store. As I walked closer to inspect further I noticed a row of dusty magazines in the rack by the door - some titles still proclaiming stories of worlds long passed. An old issue of The New Yorker peeked out from behind faded issues of Time and Newsweek. I grinned to myself thinking of bygone editorial meetings, passionate discussions of which stories to tell and which words to use. The window of opportunity for those particular tales may have closed but new ones were always emerging, just waiting for the right words to bring them to life. I gently extracted the magazine, wiping dust from the cover - a colorful illustration adorning the front. As I turned the pages I noticed scribbles in the margins, comments made by previous readers now forgotten. While the articles themselves were of little value now, the marks in the margins served as a reminder. Words remain, outliving their authors, waiting for a new generation to find meaning within them. The fallen neon sign caught my eye once more and I paused, considering. A story remains within these walls, within this place, if only someone would tell it. And as a wise man once said, the secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one. --auto

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The sight before me was quite fascinating yet melancholy ; a worn neon sign still half lit buzzing late into the night over an abandoned convenience store . As I walked closer to inspect further I noticed a row of dusty magazines in the rack by the door - some titles still proclaiming stories of worlds long passed . An old issue of The New Yorker peeked out from behind faded issues of Time and Newsweek . I grinned to myself thinking of bygone editorial meetings , passionate discussions of which stories to tell and which words to use . The window of opportunity for those particular tales may have closed but new ones were always emerging , just waiting for the right words to bring them to life . I gently extracted the magazine , wiping dust from the cover - a colorful illustration adorning the front . As I turned the pages I noticed scribbles in the margins , comments made by previous readers now forgotten . While the articles themselves were of little value now , the marks in the margins served as a reminder . Words remain , outliving their authors , waiting for a new generation to find meaning within them . The fallen neon sign caught my eye once more and I paused , considering . A story remains within these walls , within this place , if only someone would tell it . And as a wise man once said , the secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks , and then starting on the first one . --auto

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The sight before me was quite fascinating yet melancholy; a worn neon sign still half lit buzzing late into the night over an abandoned convenience store. As I walked closer to inspect further I noticed a row of dusty magazines in the rack by the door - some titles still proclaiming stories of worlds long passed. An old issue of The New Yorker peeked out from behind faded issues of Time and Newsweek. I grinned to myself thinking of bygone editorial meetings, passionate discussions of which stories to tell and which words to use. The window of opportunity for those particular tales may have closed but new ones were always emerging, just waiting for the right words to bring them to life. I gently extracted the magazine, wiping dust from the cover - a colorful illustration adorning the front. As I turned the pages I noticed scribbles in the margins, comments made by previous readers now forgotten. While the articles themselves were of little value now, the marks in the margins served as a reminder. Words remain, outliving their authors, waiting for a new generation to find meaning within them. The fallen neon sign caught my eye once more and I paused, considering. A story remains within these walls, within this place, if only someone would tell it. And as a wise man once said, the secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one. --auto

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