Freshman Year: You drew into each other and became roommates. You knew her name before you knew her. She had expectations you hadn't earned. Sophomore Year: You drew into each other and became roommates. Between the first and last dinner, the rivalry stopped. Junior Year: You drew into each other and became roommates. Maybe the Gods loved you, or maybe the Faculty Staff had a soft spot for love stories. Senior Year: You drew into ea— no. Not this time. Maybe the Gods did love you after all.
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