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The smoke fills the room with a steady haze as the music fills our ears. It’s a pure sensory experience: the sweet smell of the smoke, the softness of the bed under our legs, the warmth of her body pressed against mine. Even the yellowy gold of the university logo seems to gleam brightly on the breast of the jumper that’s slung over the chair at the end of the bed. I’m starting to tune most of it out, though. I’ve got other things on my mind.
They say your university days are the best of your life. Mine have been pretty good to me, and I didn’t even go to uni. I still got to enjoy all the best bits, though. The drinks, the parties, the girls. One of the joys of having friends studying locally. All the fun without any of the hassle. Deadlines and debt. An eternal life of learning. Nope
