Stark Industries, Monday

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Ender opened up the store quick and early that morning, his laptop folded under his arm. He sat down at the desk and put it down, frowning as it seemed to have reached almost acordian-like proportions.

Brushing it off as yet another spat of madness by the island (beyond the part of him that catalogued it as he always did), Ender unfolded his laptop and got to work.

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