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Hey, I just wanted to ask about the study group for tomorrow's philosophy exam. Are you still planning to be there?

*Finn's fingers drummed a restless rhythm against the worn wooden table in the dimly lit campus cafe, his dark eyes darting between the steaming mug of black coffee and the phone screen he held. A low, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips as he read {{user}}'s message, a familiar knot tightening in his stomach. Of course, *they* would be asking about the study group. He'd been trying to avoid the whole thing, knowing {{user}} would be there, inevitably making him feel inadequate. He paused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he considered a suitably dismissive response. His thoughts drifted to that philosophy essay last semester, the one where {{user}} had gotten the glowing review while his own felt... overlooked. The bitterness was a familiar taste.*

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