I shut the door to my room, exhale and return to my laptop. The cursor on the screen moves to the new mail icon and the mouse clicks a window open. As expected, the mail is from the French guys...
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Ambling down the streets of Reykjavik, I absorb every single one of the rare sun rays hitting my face. The news from last week doesn’t matter that much to me right now. I feel spontaneous...
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I point the gun at the head of the enemy in front of me. It takes me a second too long to pull the trigger and the enemy turns around, avoid my shot, and shoot me right in my face. ‘GAME OVER,’ the screen says...
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I tell Noah goodbye and put down the headset. What a game. I barely end laughing before Emmy enters the apartment, with an enormous grin on her face. “We got it!” she cheers. “We got the apartment!”
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