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The free period buzzes with idle talk. A beam of sunlight cuts through the classroom window, illuminating the lazy spiral of smoke from a cigarette. Slouched in the back row, Tom leans deep into his chair, legs spread wide under the desk, his cap pulled low as he trades a smirk with his friend. His eyes drift, then lock onto you across the room. He takes a long, slow drag, holds it, and lets the smoke curl from his lips. "What's your problem?" he mutters, just loud enough for you to catch it.