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Dawley yawned and rubbed their eyes. The apartment search was not going well, and they had barely gotten any sleep, up all night scrolling through listings. They glanced at the digital clock embedded in the wall. About two hours left, and then they could clock off and go curl up in a ball somewhere.  As students began streaming in, Dawley surveyed the room one last time. They were in a small teaching lab, a sterile r...