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Worst. Rushee. Ever.
It was the last party on the first day and the girl would NOT STOP COMPLAINING. "I'm so tired, I just want to go to bed, all my high school friends are in XYZ and I can't imagine myself anywhere else, I've been having the same stupid conversation all day, why don't they break up the first round into two days, I can't do this all week long, I just want to be in a house already..."
Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
And it was my birthday.
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