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He clicked the latter.

He scrolled. The algorithm had him now.

He looked back at the video. On screen, a fire dancer was tracing a heart in the air with sparks. A hundred people cheered. A girl with blue hair blew a kiss to the drone.

Leo closed the laptop.

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He hesitated. That was three weeks of groceries. That was his car insurance payment.