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The file was instantaneous. No progress bar. Just a ding and a folder appeared on her desktop labeled: .
She laughed nervously. A glitch. But her cursor moved on its own, hovering over the folder. It expanded.
She started culling. Drag. Drop. Rate. Delete. For twenty glorious minutes, she was a god of digital asset management.