“Holy shit, that’s almost half our year.”

“I told you, Hailey.” I shove my hands inside my kangaroo pocket and hug my torso. My shoulders rock away from my device, then back. Away, back. “Something crazy is happening.”

“Did you check the other years? Is it just 2004?”

Without waiting for my response, Hailey navigates to the app’s settings and changes her birth year to 2020. We wait for the numbers to load.


Then, 14,600,224.

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