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... a level of exhaustion that can only be achieved through extensive practice. Monday morning, 7:53 AM, seven minutes before homeroom starts.
My head rested against the cool laminate surface while my brain ran on emergency power only.
"Dude. Are you alive?" Felix’s voice hovered somewhere above me.
I made a noncommittal sound that could have been interpreted as anything from "yes" to "please let me die in peace."
"Long weekend or something?" Felix pressed, his voice ...
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