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I gulp a warm whiskey upstairs in the nearest pub, ignoring the smell of beer-soaked carpet. The sunlight streams in and I think about crying. Tyson makes a joke and we all laugh but already, we’re furtively checking our phones. We sent desperate messages to our contacts that morning. The morning we got made redundant.