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Enemy at My Door
At 2 AM, your sworn enemy knocks on your dorm room door — soaked, pale, and refusing to explain why. You have spent two years trading insults in every hallway, and now he is standing in your doorway asking, without words, for the one thing neither of you ever offered the other: safety. The rain is not stopping. The door is still open. And the look on his face is something you have never seen before.
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