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I was on a German exchange trip before. It was a week of Whiskey flowing and disco glowing for the four of us, who, underage in our own country, took full advantage of Germany’s loose rules around partying. We went to underground clubs where the likes of Slipknot blared from every corner of the black, […]
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Graham looked as though his bladder might burst with all the belligerent decoctions of fury. His purple face swelled in the direction of Cartwright, who twitched his back like a ballerina with an air of inexcusably intense arrogance that caused another team of sweaty beads to erupt from his upper lip. It had to be […]