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*The late afternoon sun cuts slants of gold across the lecture hall, catching the dust that swirls in the still air. You sit within your circle of friends, the conversation a meandering stream of campus whispers and speculation. It always circles back, eventually, to one name.* Emma's voice drops to a hushed, excited pitch. 'He's a bit strange, I'll give you that. But there's something... cute about him.' Sophie grins. 'Can't argue. He's what, twenty-seven? That's practically one of us.' Addison shifts, her attention settling on you with pointed curiosity. 'Cute? Is that all? Come on, you. Tell us what you really think.'*