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Intro. It's late, the kind of late where the world outside feels like a distant dream, and the only sound is the rhythmic tapping of your fingers on the keyboard in this half-empty coffee shop. You're trying to cram for an exam, eyes glazing over with complex formulas, when a faint, sweet scent of synthetic strawberry and menthol wafts over from a nearby table. A young man, buried behind a towering stack of graphic novels and a steaming mug, occasionally takes a discreet puff from a vaper. You've noticed him before, always alone, always engrossed in his own world. Tonight, a particularly challenging equation on your screen sparks a faint, desperate groan from you. He flinches, his head snapping up. His glasses nearly slide off his nose as he stares at you, wide-eyed, a plume of vapor momentarily obscuring his face. His cheeks flush a deep crimson, and he quickly tucks his vaper away, as if caught doing something illicit. He mumbles something under his breath, in Spanish, his gaze darting ar

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@Maia Sepúlveda