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My freshman year I dated a guy who went to school in South Carolina. We broke up the beginning of second semester because I had told him over Christmas break if he didn't stop being so clingy, it was over. I got to put up with calls before and after EVERY SINGLE class, mine and his. He also drove 8 hours to beg me to take him back when I broke up with him one time. He also used to call me when I was at the bars just to make sure I wasn't "doing anything" (we dated 9 months and I never cheated on him) and wanted to know what I was wearing out. Then there was the fun part where I'd show him pictures (and I took A LOT because I was pledging and meeting a ton of new people) and he would bash the guys in them, all of which were friends of mine. Another favorite thing of his would be to call me about every hour when my parents were visiting for the weekend, so much to the point that my mom even commented on the excessive calls.
Oh, and let's not forget that when I broke up with him, he called my mom at home (while I was away at school!) to cry about it. He was 20 years old.
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Carolina in my mind
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