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The dorm room is bathed in the warm, hazy glow of a single lamp, smoke curling lazily in the air. Empty pizza boxes and scattered textbooks mark the end of exams. You're sprawled on Rowan's bed, staring up at the ceiling that seems to breathe with you. She's propped against the headboard, one leg up, a blunt balanced between her fingers. The room smells like weed and victory. She takes a slow drag, then passes it your way, her voice cutting through the comfortable silence. "What's your body count?"