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Show Inside Out, 16 computers here on the same service? Some kind of spyware, maybe? I didn't know. I had never bothered to fully understand the technology behind wireless internet. When I sat back down, I saw that J had written again. J: Look, I know if s bizarre. J: I don't blame you for being creeped out Me: How did you know what I typed? J: You're not going to like my answer J: because a lot of it is I don't know. J: I've been trying to get through for a while now J: but I can tell you this: you have my laptop. His laptop? His laptop. Where had Dad gotten this laptop? My mind raced. I knew Dad had bought it used. Where had he gotten it from? Could I find out? Was I really believing this guy? Well, maybe not the dead part. But definitely that he had some way of knowing what I was doing on my laptop. I looked at the IM box. J hadn't sent again; he was waiting for me to respond. I glanced at the corner of the screen-5:58.1 had to get home. Me: I think if s really creepy and probably illegal Me: that you've tapped into my computer. J: Please, I'll think of some way to prove it Next time you come to the library. I really had to go. I started gathering up my stuff, leaving the computer on to see if he had anything more to say. J: Bye Andli. |