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Chris stood and caught Dele’s reflection in the mirror -that look of exasperated affection he’d known for years. In an instant, the dorm room faded, replaced by the ghost of a memory from a decade ago.

He was twelve then, a "freshman" JSS1 student, swallowed by the looming shadows of boarding school. He was the only son, pampered and shielded, suddenly dropped into a world of concrete halls and loud, confident boys.

While the others stampeded toward the dining hall at the
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