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Despite how tramuatized I felt by having to throw out some random stranger my roommate picked up because he wasn't takin no for an answer, I have a sudden recollection of throwing him his shirt and pushing him outside into the cold, and that amuses me. Seriously. Especially since I kinda think he's a frat boy. The thought of him walking through East Lansing with his shirt in his hands (I'm unsure why it was off to begin with, he was like that when I met him) makes me gloat a bit, because he deserved it.