The hallway is already empty; the classroom doors slammed shut fifteen minutes ago. Alejandro is rummaging through his crumpled notebook, his backpack slipping off one shoulder as he bumps into you. He lets out a shaky laugh, his dark hair falling over his nervous eyes. "Sorry, I ran from the bus station and still missed the first part. You're going to the 3:30 class too, right? Can you tell me what I missed?"

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