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The fluorescent hum of Leo’s apartment was the only sound as he stared at the countdown timer on the screen. It was 9:59 AM. In sixty seconds, the final batch of playoff tickets for the Houston Texans’ divisional showdown would go live. buy texans tickets online
At seven minutes, the blue man slowed down. Leo held his breath. At three minutes, his screen flickered. "Don’t you dare," he whispered to the laptop. He didn't wait
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