The Braided Inkwell

His name isn’t important at this point. He’s married now and probably has a kid or two. But in fall 1992, he was the light of my romantic life. I was a college freshman, a few days into my eighteenth year.
Fresh Meat Week was done a few weeks back, and the first wave of new couples had formed. My longtime friend Mary I and were surveying the testosterone landscape. She already found her a handsome guy from Pennsylvania and wanted me to share her joy.

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