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July 1, 2007
Hands dirty from handling money all day, Tyler avoided touching the handle to the dorm room. Normally, he could care less but it was a new home that he felt he should treat as an adult would. So he kicked at the door handle, his loose shoelaces flapping in the air. Finally, the door inched open, the upper chain locked. “Hello? How may I help you?” a cautious voice politely asked.

“Hey, yeah. I’m your roommate.”

“What’s your name?”

“T-Bone.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but you’re not my roommate. His name is –”

“Tyler Carrborough.”

“Well, then use your key!”

“Yeah?”