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Lydia sits on the bench outside of the office. The muffled sounds of the principal’s and secretary’s voices echo from behind the closed glass door. She taps her pink and white sneakers together to the rhythm of the clock that hangs on the…

It’s a Saturday night. Three friends prepare to go out as the last of the day’s sunlight creeps below the trees on the edge of campus. The bass of an upbeat pop song pounds in their ears from the Bluetooth speaker that is perched on the…