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Feet protest as soon as they hit pavement. Air was tight, coming out in huge cloudy puffs. My fingertips were turning white. Fuck, I should’ve put- I finally made it out. As I march along, I stuffed my hands under my armpits. The night sky lit my way back to the dorm. The stars twinkled, Read more
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Music playing the latest hits, bodies closed in a single room, hallways full of chatter and drunk flirtation, brewing the perfect spirit of mistakes. It was fun, freeing. For once, I felt normal. Read more









