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"Lunch detention," he muttered, pushing a stale Cheeto across the plastic table. "For 'correcting' Mr. Henderson's grammar."
Leo nodded. But the victory felt hollow. The school's firewall, Fortress-Ultron, was a beast. It blocked Roblox, blocked YouTube, blocked even the harmless geometry dash clone he used to play. The only thing it couldn't block was the crushing boredom.