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He laughed at first. But the folder wasn't empty.
He saw himself getting a phone call next Tuesday—his mother’s voice, breaking. He saw himself in a hospital hallway. He saw himself deleting the folder later that week, then trying desperately to recover it.
That night, he dreamed of the videos. In the dream, they played.