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Too late
Everything happened in a blur after that. The figure darted toward the window, clutching the tablet tightly to their chest. Dylan lunged forward, but he was too late. The person slipped onto the windowsill, swinging a leg out into the night air. Before Dylan could grab his old baseball bat, or flick the light switch, the figure had already started sliding down the sloped roof outside.
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