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Can’t sleep
Dylan tried to sleep that night, but his mind wouldn’t stop replaying the afternoon’s events. He kept picturing Dr. Collins’ hunched back, the way he shielded his laptop, and how quickly he had tried to take the tablet away. As the moonlight crept across his room, he tossed and turned, his thoughts a tangled mess of excitement, anger, and a growing sense of unease.
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