Leo looked at the closed laptop. The plastic was warm to the touch. Not just warm—hot.
"No," Leo hissed. "Not now. I was producing 50 million cookies a second!"
Mr. Henderson turned around sharply at the sound of the whispering chorus. "Who is making that noise?"
Leo looked at the closed laptop. The plastic was warm to the touch. Not just warm—hot.
"No," Leo hissed. "Not now. I was producing 50 million cookies a second!"
Mr. Henderson turned around sharply at the sound of the whispering chorus. "Who is making that noise?"
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