Tonight, there is a party at the soccer house. Humans from every corner of the world will pack into the sweaty basement of 48 Ashford and be just that, humans.
There is no limit to what can happen. Each human enters through the back door with a different agenda, a different idea of how the night will go. But we don't get to choose our path - instead it is written in sweat and hormones on the walls of a dank, musty basement. Just another night of college. Here. We. Go.
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February 2020
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