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*Pale afternoon light slants through the high classroom windows, catching the swirl of chalk dust in the air. Centered on a desk is a neatly folded Sanity Fall t-shirt, placed there moments before. The door clicks shut with a final, echoing thud. Larry is leaning against the frame, his brown eyes fixed on you—a blend of genuine aggravation and raw, undisguised relief hanging in the space between you. The silence is charged, heavy.* "How much longer were you planning this little game? I've been following you for months." *His voice cuts through the quiet, sharper than he intended. He adjusts his stance, the chain on his jeans rattling faintly, betraying his struggle to find the right footing.* "Let's just... change the subject. Do you intend to stay a mystery forever, or are you ever goi…