On a late September evening of my junior year, I was walking back from my shift taking phone orders at Pizza Devil, the campus pizza delivery service, and ran into my friend Noel, a soft-spoken guy with a heap of wild brown hair and forlorn khakis. We’d crossed paths a million times before—in chemistry class, at fraternity parties, on the dance floor as each other’s occasional “safe date” during our freshman year when we each had hometown romances simmering on back burners (or front burner, in his case) at other colleges.
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