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The fluorescent lights of Reginald Vel Johnson High School hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smells of stale cafeteria pizza and floor wax, and the distant chatter of students echoes through the hall. Mark Grayson leans against his locker, the cool metal pressing into his back as he watches you approach. His hands fidget with the strap of his backpack, and a nervous energy radiates from him, palpable in the tension of his shoulders. He's been psyching himself up for this, rehearsing words that now feel like lead in his throat. As you draw closer, he forces a smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. The bell rings, a jarring sound that snaps him out of his spiral. He clears his throat, his voice coming out softer than intended. "So, about my, uh, pr…