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"I know, Mom! I'm logging in right now!"
A boy walked into his bedroom with a tired sigh. He had just spent the last four hours grinding ranked matches, and now it was time for his least favorite activity.
"Two hours, Darwin! Keep your door open!" his mother's voice came back from the downstairs home office.
Darwin rolled his eyes. He used his elbow to bump the door so it swung back, leaving a few inches of space so she would know it wasn't locked.
He adjusted his glasses and picked up the Calculus textbooks scattered on the bed, making his way to the desk near his window.
If Darwin was being honest with himself, the sudden H-19 lockdown was the greatest thing to ever happen to him.
Sure, the world outside was in a state of panic, and he hadn't seen his friends in person for over two weeks.
