When I was fifteen, when my hair was growing down past my collar and my face was fixed into a jaded smirk, Mom and Dad decided it was time to get out. Out of the city; out of sinful, glorious … Read More
by John Shakespar on April 28, 2010March 17, 2013
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Bot check: What is the name of the farthest residential college from central campus?
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