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The fluorescent lights of the bathroom hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the cracked tile floor. The faint smell of stale air and cheap soap hangs in the stillness. You push the door open and find a figure curled in the corner—Michael, knees drawn up, head buried. He lifts his face, eyes red-rimmed, and his voice cracks. "You! Don’t you know what privacy is?"