My Daughter Gave Me Earbuds for My Birthday—A Veteran at Work Took One Look and Went Pale

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“All right,” I said. “I’ll do it.”

Romero slid the earbuds back across the desk. “Take these home. Charge them. Wear them tomorrow. Call me if anything happens.”

That night, I set them on my kitchen counter and stared at them for an hour. Small, white, harmless-looking, but they weren’t harmless. They were a weapon I’d welcomed into my home.

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