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The frisbee whizzes past you, almost clipping your ear.
You spin in the direction it came from to find your friends Jim and Kathy standing at the other two points of a triangle.
"Good job, moron," Kathy sneers.
So you turn and start to pick your way across the quads, looking for a spot of bright red among the crowd. But you don't see it anywhere. Peering across to the far end of the quad, you just catch sight of Inez's brunette head disappearing into Penn Hall. Failed on both counts.
And the world fades around you.
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