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“Leo,” she said, “I’ve downloaded everything.” And for the first time, her grandson had

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So Mrs. Fletcher did something drastic. She walked to the big-box electronics store (past the quilting shop she loved, past the bakery, into the fluorescent maw of progress) and bought a tablet. The salesman, a cheerful young man named Devon with a nose ring, called it “a certified pre-owned Gen 7 slate.”