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FADE IN: INT. WRITERS ROOM - NIGHT A single desk lamp illuminates scattered pages. The cursor blinks on an empty screen. WRITER (to herself) Every story starts somewhere. She types. Slowly at first. Then faster. The words begin to flow. CUT TO: INT. CINEMA - NIGHT The screen glows. An audience leans forward. Someone gasps. Someone laughs. Someone wipes a tear. FADE OUT.

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