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A mind made up
“He took it! The tablet! He was here, in my room,” Dylan said, breathing heavily as he grabbed the sides of his desk to steady himself. Dylan didn’t see the face of the intruder, only a black shape, since he was fully shrouded in black clothes and the darkness of the night. But Dylan didn’t need to see details. He knew who broke into his room.
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