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CALM BEFORE THE STORM

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Lena’s POV

Just a few days remained before the campus gates swung open for the new semester, and the reality of returning to a structured routine loomed large. My phone sat quietly on the coffee table, a muted reminder of the brief, strained phone call I had shared with Kendra a couple of nights ago.

She had sounded hollow, broken down by whatever private storm was raging in her life. But when I woke up this morning, a text from her popped up on my screen, simple and direct: “Hey. We still nee
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