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Chaiyawat Terweil wraps a towel around himself and grabs a pair of disposable plastic gloves from the dispenser. Above it, the sign reads: PROTECT YOUR CLASSMATES: COVER YOUR HANDS.
“Another day at Wallingford,” Greg announces. “Every dorm room a palace, every sloppy joe a feast, every morning shower—”
“You enjoy your showers a lot, do you?” Kyle Henderson asks. He’s already dressed, smoothing gel into his hair. “Think about me while you’re in there?”
“It does make a shower go faster,” Greg says, undaunted. “God, I love the Wall!”
I laugh. Someone whips a towel at Greg.
By the time I’m clean and dressed, I don’t really have enough time for breakfast. I drink some of the coffee our hall master has brewed for himself in the common room, and eat raw one of the Pop Tarts Greg’s moth
