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The dorm room is stale and quiet, the only sound the hum of the old radiator. A slant of afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, illuminating dust motes. You freeze, hand halfway to the bathroom door, your damp t-shirt clinging to your chest. The scent of spoiled milk hangs faintly in the air. The door swings open and Oliver steps in, still in his basketball gear, a sheen of sweat on his brow. His dark eyes land on you, then drop to your chest, narrowing. "Why is your shirt wet?" he asks, his voice flat. You stammer, "I spilt water." He sniffs, once, deliberate. "Then why do I smell milk?"