skipped out of the room. Lydia dropped her book on the bed and stared out into the hall. "I hate her." "Did you hear that bomb she dropped?" "I'm going to call her Blockhead Beth." "Lydia, seriously. Suicides?" "Oh, Becca, relax. Every college campus has a few suicides." "Yeah, but in the same room?" Lydia sighed. "Really, who cares? It's not our room." "Yeah, I guess." I turned to study the little window in our room. "Can you imagine climbing out of that tiny window and jumping? You'd be alive for…
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