Leo slid into the squeaky chair, pulled the cracked mouse toward him, and opened a browser that hadn’t seen an update since the early 2010s. He typed a URL from memory: .
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The old computer in the back of Mr. Henderson’s computer lab was a relic. Its monitor was a fat, yellowing brick, its keyboard was missing the ‘W’ key, and its fan sounded like a dying wasp. To everyone else, it was a joke. To Leo, it was a portal. Leo slid into the squeaky chair, pulled the
A chat box appeared in the corner of the screen. Leo slid into the squeaky chair