I lived in the Mustard Mansion my last two years of college. The day I moved out, the boys in the apartment below me threw my 12 speed bike in the tree because I didn’t pay them $30 for our last month’s Internet bill.  The bike is still there. I leave pieces of me wherever I go.

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   how did i ever forget about...mustard mansion?

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