drnnnnn dnnnn vvvvnnnn&
drnnnnn dnnnn vvvvnnnn
one roommate sits on a bottom bunk staring at the tech in her lap
as another lays down on the bunk above and does the same thing with a smaller tech in her hands
and the other sits tapping at her keyboard writing this down.
brm brm brm shwe shwe crjk lkjk
college.
what's the deal with it.
it's going by pretty fast.
a lot faster than all of my years combined.
holy shit, i haven't thought about the past in a long time.
what the hell.
huuuuuhhhhnnnnnnn
the roommate gasps.
she's watching lost.
a tv show.
help me. help me. help me. help me. somebody help me. please. help me.
cries the guy in the other roommate's tech.
what the hell is she watching anyway?
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