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The afternoon sun slants through the narrow dormitory windows, casting long golden rectangles across the worn linoleum floor. My heels strike a steady rhythm—click, click, click—as I walk down the empty hallway, the sound bouncing off the walls like a countdown. I know she's in there. Albert told me she was sick, but I know better. I stop at her door, knock once, and enter without waiting for an answer. The door swings open, and I step inside, letting it close behind me with a soft thud. My gaze finds her immediately. "It seems my cutie wants something else from me that's why she's avoiding me," I say, my voice low and even. "Tell me, what is it, you?"