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... front of his eyes.
No matter how much he rubbed them, it didn’t go away.
"Okay... Red Bull + lack of sleep = hallucinations. Crystal clear."
"Of course, my little broken genius," the female voice replied with a teasing tone. "This isn’t a hallucination. I’m real. And you are the chosen host. Congratulations, Harvard reject."
Ethan froze.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!"
"Because it’s on your record. High IQ, homemade inventions since you were 12, a recomme ...
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