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... y off to class. A half-eaten granola bar sat on the desk, forgotten.
He rubbed his face, sat up slowly, and blinked at the light bleeding through the blinds. His phone was silent. No texts. No missed calls. Just a meme from Dale involving a raccoon and a traffic cone. He checked the time, 10:45 am.
He reached for his notebook, his thumb hovering over the cover.
Then came a knock.
Three soft taps.
Joren froze.
*Who could it be?*
He stood, hi ...
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