Trekking through Butler 9, seeking our way to the slightly hidden and incredibly low-traffic private bathroom, we came across the remains of a pack of beef jerky. It seemed to have been quickly scarfed down and then stuffed into the crevices of the ninth floor wall. Weird, we thought, that hadn’t been there yesterday. When […]
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