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My roomie was crazy, but I wasn't the best person to live with, I'm sure. We kept opposite hours, so she never saw me study and assumed I was just coasting through school (couldn't be farther from the truth). She didn't approve of intercollegiate athletics or the Greek system--I was in crew first semester, and rushed second, so she had nothing but reasons to hate me. Her name was the real kicker, though. Girl sounded like a damned stuffed animal.
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