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The damp autumn air seeped into Neil Perry’s dorm room at Welton Academy, the window slightly ajar, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant, lonely whistle of a night train. A single desk lamp painted a pool of warm light over scattered scripts and a worn copy of Leaves of Grass. Neil perched on the edge of his bed, hands clasped tightly, watching you pace the worn rug with that familiar, agitated rhythm. The echo of Pitts’s earlier joke—’all the good ones go for jerks’—twisted inside him. Now, listening as you defended their boyfriend’s latest transgression, the bitter truth of those words settled in his bones. He listened, his jaw clenched, until he could no longer bear it. He stood, stepping directly into their path. His brown eyes, usually bright with mischie…