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Every Sunday morning the entire student body turns into Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson at brunch. Everyone is hunched over the tables trying to piece together what happened the night before. Checking their phones for call and text records, reminding each other who went where at what time, smelling their sweatshirts from the night before, finding glowsticks in their shoes, cross-referencing the "I'm not 21" marks on their hands to see what frats used what color pen.
Ah, college. So silly.
Ah, college. So silly.