Kent | And Spencer Fratpad

From the hallway, Spencer’s voice echoed. "I heard that!"

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Their fratpad was a disaster zone of mismatched couches, string lights held up by duct tape, and a pool table that doubled as a dining table. But it was their disaster. From the hallway, Spencer’s voice echoed

"Impossible," Kent deadpanned. "The regret is structural." "Impossible," Kent deadpanned

Spencer emerged, hair still wet, wearing an oversized hoodie that probably belonged to a girl from three formals ago. "Listen, recruitment's tomorrow. We need this place to smell like anything other than regret and cheap beer."

They shared a look—the kind that said we've made it this far . Then Spencer grabbed the Febreze, and Kent cranked up the music. For one more semester, the fratpad would hold.