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They sat at the kitchen table, the same one where Leo used to do his homework. Maya explained everything — the transfer, the consciousness, the Repack’s erasure. Her mother listened without interrupting. When Maya finished, the older woman opened her laptop and logged into the admin portal.
Maya hadn’t slept in three months. Not really. Not since Leo’s car hydroplaned on the 405. The funeral was a blur of lilies and awkward hugs. What followed was worse: the silence of their shared apartment, his toothbrush still in the cup, the half-finished puzzle of a starry night on the coffee table. ai2uwith you til the end repack
She clicked.