September 2, 2015
“Anderson, come on, live a little,” Bryce Johnson implores his roommate, lobbing a stress ball at Blaine’s head and snorting when it bounces off without a reaction, rolling away to come to a rest under their futon. He jumps down from his loft bed with a thud, coming up behind Blaine to see what’s on his laptop screen.
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