The old man sighed as he watched me deleting the files.
"Man, it used to be so much cooler destroying this stuff."
I kept working but looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Well back in the day, blackmail material would be film, or photos, maybe a cassette. So we'd have to burn or melt them, was a lot more satisfying than just pressing buttons. Why I let you talk me back to-"
I shut the laptop and handed it over.
"Now then online stuff is gone, we gotta melt the hard drives."
The smile on his old face...
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