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My brother actually laughed at dinner and said, ‘I sold that useless laptop of yours for five hundred bucks. Finally got rid of your junk.’ My cousins cheered him on. Then he added, almost proudly, ‘Already handed it off to the buyer.’ I got up, stepped outside, and called my supervisor. By the time I made the report, the FBI cyber team was already tracking the device…

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walked back inside, the smell of roast hit me again, thick enough to make me feel sick. No one had moved much. My plate sat where I had left it, steam fading from the potatoes.

My mother looked annoyed. “Everything okay?”

“Work,” I said.

Dad shook his head. “They’ve got you checking in on a Sunday?”

“Something like that.”

Derek smirked. “See? He’s fine.continue reading …

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