“Oh no…”
Abby, Chris, Bentley, and Lyle all looked at Connor. Bentley’s hand froze mid air as he was about to raise his bet.
“Would you mind not doing that, Connor?” he said.
“What?” Connor asked, defensive out of habit.
“You see, this recently rather common combination of you browsing the internet, furrowed eyebrows, and worried sounds
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