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“Hey, check you out, Labao,” said Harvard. “Unexpected breadth of literary knowledge.” “You can listen to audiobooks at the gym, you know. I’ve got depths,” claimed Eugene. “Many depths. I’m a brocean.”
Harvard was in a knot of people as usual. He didn’t call them like moths to a flame, something bright and useless and ultimately destructive. Harvard was a hearth fire, promising real warmth, drawing everyone in.
