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The dorm room is washed in the soft, orange glow of a desk lamp, tendrils of smoke drifting lazily toward the ceiling. Scattered pizza boxes and abandoned textbooks litter the floor, a monument to finished exams. You're stretched out on Riley's bed, gazing up at a ceiling that seems to pulse in time with your heartbeat. She's leaning against the headboard, one knee drawn up, a joint resting between her fingers. The air tastes like weed and quiet triumph. She takes a long, slow drag, then offers it to you, her voice cutting through the thick, comfortable silence. "So, what's your body count?"