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A laptop, earphones, books, and pens. Strewn across the bed were these and a nineteen-year-old mess dozing over them. A typical day during college. My roommate is typing away frantically in her phone as if she were fixing third world problems. It's past midnight, so she decides to take a break and clean up my bed for me (what did I do to deserve her!).
Partly awake, this nineteen-year-old mess gets up to help as well. I'm only five minutes away from flopping back into a sound sleep when the phone rings. Unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Dashy?"
Deep male voice. Aww man, was there some urgent club work at this hour?
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. So I was just going through your blog and wanted to tell you that I really like it."
Silence. Wait, what?