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It was late—too late for a grown-ass adult to be doing homework and too late for caffeine—when perpetual grad student Grayson George dropped his mug and splattered four million droplets of coffee across the computer lab. Cursing, Grayson left his stupid fractal code for art babies running on the computer and shoved into the hall in search of—what? A mop? Something to hide the fact he’d been bouncing coffee mugs off the floor at the execrable hour of 4:52 a.m. He had to settle for a fistful of paper towels from the bathroom, those brown, newspapery ones so non-absorbent it