Randy Jansen was sitting on the couch with his hands behind his head, caught in the hypnosis of the television when the front door opened. Sam Keller-Tedsoe burst in, a slightly-smaller-than-notebook sized black rectangle in his hand.
“Oh my God,” Sam said, coming at Randy with his hands up as if warding off any other potential speech. “Oh. My. God
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