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I was also lucky enough to find half a bag of pretzels. They had gotten a little chewy, but they made waiting for my soup to cook so much more bearable.
One girl. One college. Three thousand guys. This blog is a blow-by-blow [yes, that was a dirty pun] account of the social (and usually sexual) misadventures of a commitment-phobic and ironically promiscuous virgin.
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