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"I don't wanna go out tonight! Damn you don't listen!" I yelled at my friend Mariah who was throwing clothes on my bed like a mad woman while
I laid on it. Each dress she threw out my closet fell on my stomach.

"Bitch look." She turned and pointed her perfect red manicured nail at me. "We have been stressing over these finals. We haven't slept, we haven't binge watched any shows, we haven't been out— I haven't had dick, Sabrina. Do you know how hard it is for me to have absolutely no dick? I turned myself into a nun so I can focus on these finals and you did too, and they're finally over. So guess what we're doing? We're going out because I need penis and alcohol. You do too. So get you're fine ass up, put on this dress, do your makeup and let's go." She finally decided on one dress and put it in my hand. "Cause Taylor and Jazz are waiting."

She was right. We were in our last year of college and we finally got through first semester finals. I even contemplated dropping out— it was that bad. Forensics isn't easy and I decided to study one of the most tiring majors. Mariah on the other hand was majoring in special education here at University of Georgia. We met during our freshman year, but we weren't roommates. I hated my roommate and she hated hers equally because she never kept the bathroom clean. So we decided that after our first year, we'd be roommates. We now had an apartment near campus that we shared with Taylor and Jazz. Taylor stayed high as a kite the majority of the time and she was a criminal justice major, while Jazz was here for journalism.

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