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"why am I doing this?" I grumbled to myself, pushing myself away from my computer.
It's been a solid two hours trying to just reach Instagram's data center, and I wasn't enjoying a second of it. Normally the jobs I take are petty stuff, like getting revenge on a cheating ex or hacking into someone's email to see if they're having an affair, so actual hacking is not a usual thing.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead, getting out of my chair and wandering towards the fridge. I had moved into Maggie and Leo's dorm for the time being, waiting for the twitter drama to die down. Even though Tom's tweet calmed most of the storm, there were a few disbelievers.
I set down my phone on the counter, popping open the fridge to find my leftover grape bowl. A celebratory snack!
I still had a long ways to go before I'd be able to bring Tom's account back, since the security around the app was incredibly advanced.
but nothing I couldn't handle.
TOMHOLLAND1996 SENT YOU A MESSAGE!
I poked my head out of the fridge to see the notification on my phone.
"give me a second tom," I said to myself, grabbing the bowl, "I need my grapes."
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Verified | Tom Holland
Fanfiction❝ I thought Peter Parker knew how to hack stuff.❞ // ❝News flash, I'm not Peter Parker❞ | In which Tom Holland's Instagram account gets deleted, leaving it up to a hacker from Chicago to fix it.
