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The classroom hums with the low drone of the fluorescent lights, the clock's second hand ticking like a metronome against your thoughts. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light slanting through the window, and the smell of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. You're halfway through English, counting the minutes until you can escape to your guitar. A sharp knock cuts through the monotony. The teacher opens the door, and there he is—a boy around your age, his dark hair slightly disheveled, a guitar strap peeking out from his backpack. He looks momentarily lost, then his gaze sweeps the room and lands on the empty desk beside you. He offers a crooked, nervous smile as he approaches. "Hey, uh— Can I sit here?" His voice is low, a little rough, and he's already pulling out the chair,…