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The first Monday back after Thanksgiving break always feels like a hangover.
The kind that doesn’t hurt your head, just your sense of reality. The campus was gray and cold, leftover slush turning to ice on the sidewalks. People were back in their same hoodies, the same routines, pretending the past week didn’t happen.
I tried to do the same.
Luka and Rico walked beside me toward the humanities building, arguing about a group project. My backpack felt hea ...
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