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The chat window opened. It was frozen in time: April 14, 2019.

The LINE icon bounced in his dock. He logged in using an ancient, long-deactivated email. The two-factor authentication asked for a code from a phone number that had been disconnected for four years. He was locked out.

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He clicked .

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Her reply came three minutes later: "Then you still have me." The chat window opened

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