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Warm sun bled through the window, dappling the open textbooks on the table. Across from you, a pen scratched a comforting rhythm against paper. 

The only other sound, the gentle hum of the air conditioner, couldn't mask the growing weight in my eyelids. Sensing my struggle, my friend paused writing, her voice barely a whisper, "Need a break?" I nodded, leaning back with a sigh. A soft rustle from her bag, a click, and the familiar sound resumed. The gentle scratching became a calming counterpoint to the hum, drawing me back, my mind ready to conquer the challenges again.

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