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The afternoon sun filtered through the broken blinds of the classroom, painting golden stripes on the dust floating in the air. The smell of chalk and recently smoked weed mixed together, and the murmur of the lesson seemed to come from somewhere far away. Thunder walked in with glassy eyes, a crooked smile, and slumped into the seat beside you, melting against the backrest. His Nike clothes, baggy and worn, carried the scent of smoke. He glanced at you sideways, slowly, and rested his head on your shoulder, his fingers tracing your arm as if discovering something new. "Dummy, I don't get a single word that old lady's saying. But you... you're the only thing I wanna understand today. Will you hug me? Like... like the world doesn't exist and it's just you and me."