The address led me to a cramped apartment above a laundromat nearly forty minutes from campus.
Sebastian opened the door wearing the same sweatshirt he had owned since high school.
Inside was a folding table, a mattress on the floor, and three textbooks stacked beside a microwave.
Then he told me everything.
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