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"poor kamil like OH GOD ETHICS. ETHICS AND PROBLEMS. ALSO MY DICK. ETHICS AND PROBLEMS AND MY DICK"
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“—ooh, yeah, sure—”

Jotted in the margins—

STUDENT HOUSING RULES

keep kitchens clean

- turn off projector when you’re done

- no nude swimming

- no girls in boys’ gloryholes

- don’t hog snacks

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"What do the girls need gloryholes for?"

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“Girls need to fuck too!”

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"Okay but like it's not my problem."

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“…some of them are gonna be dudes in a couple years?”

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"...and when they are, they can use the gloryholes?"

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“I’m still not gonna take it out.”

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"Okay but when it turns out that the girls don't use it, I reserve the right to replace it with a Polly Pocket Pretty Pink Princess Palace."

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“…dude,” he says, for lack of a better response, and he shuts the book.

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Sleep time now.

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"...right, we should have left this until after school, it keeps giving me narcolepsy attacks. I am so fucking tired."

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“…yeah, uh, that’s…good plan…”

He sways a little in his seat.

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"Okay, that's just ridiculous, you don't even have narcolepsy," he says through a yawn, and puts his head down on Z's shoulder and is promptly asleep.

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When he wakes up, his face is on the table, and Z is on the floor. Someone is trying to nudge him awake.

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This is probably just a book effect but it's still kind of alarming to see.

"Dude, you OK?"

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Tiny snore.

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"...dude?"

Poke.

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He mumbles a little in his sleep and makes a grab for Camillo’s leg.

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Camillo is torn between the equal and opposite forces of Do Not Betray Friend To Authorities and Friend Should Not Sleep On Floor.

"--help me get him back on the chairs, at least."

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A couple of the nearby kids step forward, after a minute, and help haul Z up.

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What. Where did his leg go.

Sleeping Z does not like this post.

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Camillo will sit next to him and pat him gently.

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After a couple more minutes of dead slumber, he cracks an eyelid and mumbles something into Camillo’s lap.

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"Welcome back to the land of the living. Lunch's almost over."

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“…aww, man, did I pass out?”

He pulls himself up, still a little groggy.

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