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The fluorescent lights of the convention hall hum overhead, casting a tired glow on the last few stragglers. The air smells of stale coffee and printer ink. Hayden sinks into his chair, shoulders loose, but his smile stays bright as the final fan steps up to his booth. She slides a glossy photo across the table—his own face staring back. He pops the cap off a sharpie, meeting her eyes. "Who should I address this to?"