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He tucked and rolled, just like in the one martial arts class he’d taken freshman year. The cart clattered away. Leo’s shoulder hit the wall. His helmet cracked. The pillow exploded feathers.

Later, when the crowd thinned and the clock read 2:00 AM, Chloe sat beside him. “So,” she said. “What’s next?” dare dorm wild times

“That’s a concussion waiting to happen,” Leo said. He tucked and rolled, just like in the