When I was

in my first year of university, and living in residence, my roommate (who was also my girlfriend) and I were complete shut-ins, and hated everyone. We were considered to be “strange” because we didn’t leave our door open and our music blasting and maybe one time some people on our floor thought they would include us in floor activities and when they knocked, we may have been in the middle of cutting up 20 or so Playboys, Hustlers, and Penthouses. They called that “strange,” we called it “a Friday night.”
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