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... nd it. Not one bit.
She replays the striker scene again in her head as the last echo of the crowd dies away in the auditorium. The sharp metallic ping was when her fist barely touched the plate. The hum of the machine, the faint red flicker of its lights... and then, silence before the whole rumble. Like she had sucker-punched the sun. Sparks flying, smoke curling, students screaming, faculty leaping to their feet like popcorn in a hot pan. It’s absurd. It doesn’t make sense.
Bec ...
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