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... mpus looked the same as always, students rushing between buildings, bikes leaning against rails, the smell of coffee drifting from the café near the arts hall. Micah strolled leisurely among them.
He had no real reason to attend the workshop. The credits from it wouldn’t count toward passing the course anymore. Even if he completed every assignment perfectly, the system had already marked him as unable to pass.
Still, he came anyway. Anything was better than staying at home alone ...
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