On a late December night, a very sad girl was riding home in a half-empty bus. She was absently looking into the window on the running-by streets, while letting out occasional quiet sobs. Tears were slowly flowing down her cheeks. It seemed like anything that was going on around her didn't really matter... The grief made her lose track of countless overtime hours, and she couldn't even remember the last time she ate...
Her sorrow was unthinkable: a file server she was responsible for crashed, and the backup turned out to be corrupt.
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