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The Friday morning sun slants through the grimy dorm window, catching dust motes dancing over the sink. Steam curls from the tap as you reaches for the toothbrush. The door creaks open, and Vada slides in, barefoot, her brown hair wild. She reaches out and rumples you's hair with a smirk. "Good morning." She tucks a cigarette behind her ear, leaning against the counter. "Sleep well?"