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But Leo couldn't stop. Because it wasn't just about the party. It was the permission .
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.
Leo’s roommate, Marcus, rolled over in his lofted bed. "Dude, stop watching that garbage. You know that’s just a highlight reel, right? Behind the camera, there's a guy puking into a potted fern and a $15 hot dog."
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He hesitated. That was three weeks of groceries. That was his car insurance payment.