“You don’t need to explain it to me,” Dudi whispers back. “Obviously that would be the right thing to do. But what happened to all your sacred principles?”
“My connection isn’t working.”
Gedalya moves the small, mobile mouse. He tries tapping on it. That doesn’t help.
“Just a second. It’s because I wasn’t here.” Dudi bends over the laptop and presses a key. “There you go. How about letting me censor an article for you?”
“How did you do that?” Gedalya’s emails flow in neatly, as if the connection had never been lost.
“Your connection is through my hotspot,” says Dudi, waving his phone.
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