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Freshman Girl
‘No. No. No. Maybe if I was drunk. No. No.’ Reaching my hands up and placing them lazily behind my head, I reclined against the large oak tree at my back and continued to check out the steady stream of girls walking past me. ‘No. Yes. No,’ I said to myself, as a trio of eighteen year olds made their way past, casting a few flirtatious glances my way. I loved the beginning of the College year. No studying, the weather’s nice, and best of all, the place is filled with new impressionable...