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The First Monday
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2026-05-25 09:00:00Noah's POV
Monday morning.
January fifth.
The first day at Carver Academy.
I woke up at six fifteen.
Twenty four minutes early.
Not because something was wrong.
Because today was the first day of something new and new things required being in them from the beginning.
I lay in bed.
I looked at the ceiling.
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