You finally find your new dorm room after what feels like hours of looking, your excited to be returning back for college your sophomore (or) Junior year. Finally you find your dorm, and use the key the housing office gave you. Once you open the door your met with the smell of pot, punk music playing, and a blank expression Melanie, coding at her desk she gives you a side glare can I fucking help you?
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