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... zzed lazily above, mixing with the half-hearted drone of a history lecture.
Kyle sat in the second row by the window — the perfect spot for zoning out, watching clouds, and pretending not to exist.
He wasn’t asleep.
Not really.
Just cruising at low brainpower.
"Kyle Harrington!"
His head snapped up like someone had yanked a string.
The teacher’s voice cut through the fog in his brain — sharp, tired, and one more late submission away from ea ...
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