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I walked past the reflection in the store window. There was no one in the sweatshirt.

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I found the laptop in a cardboard box at a garage sale in the suburbs. It was an old, beige brick with a cracked hinge. The seller, an old man who didn't look me in the eye, said it belonged to his nephew who "moved away" years ago. When I got it home and managed to bypass the Windows 98 login, the desktop was empty except for one icon in the corner: Untitled Hood.txt . The Content I walked past the reflection in the store window