This weekend spawned some particularly sparkly gems. First, in the wee hours of the morning, a fairly intoxicated guy and girl approach the sign-in desk. The guy swipes in, but the girl lingers for a moment. She needs to be signed in: Guy: Oh, so you go to Barnard? Girl: Um, yeah. Is that a […]
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