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In the dorm I lived in freshman year, we had a drug dealer on our floor. He was my friend Joe's roommate. Joe made sure he was hardly ever in the room, and drug dealing roomie was NOT popular in an honors and substance-free dorm. The RAs were suspicious and stayed on their toes.. drug dealer ended up failing out and going back home after a couple of quarters, which was fine. Joe thought the experience was great, being able to tell stories about his drug dealing roomie.. weirdo.
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