The Secrets of the Sleeping Porch.

Hi, so this is my sophomore year at University of Michigan.

I'm living in at Alpha Phi, and there's this tiny screen-dened-in sleeping porch.

Usually at a lot of schools, I feel like don't have sleeping porches, but we do. And it was basically

five little beds, like crammed together. And the rule of thumb, like rule number absolutely

one was absolutely no boys allowed. It's strictly for girls, meant for gossip, cheap wine, of course.

And while whatever we get up to when everyone's not home and we come home from a night

out and we're sort of drunk one friday night me and my friends emma lila and sophy are hanging out

sipping wine we just gotten back from going out and we decided to play a game called our past hookups

one of the things that we all love love to talk about because a lot of us are Eskimo sisters.

So it's just great to reminisce and maybe talk about the things that we all got up to.

The rules are simple.

We all wrote our name on a little piece of paper of our best hookup, fold it up, folded it up, and put it in a little bowl.

Then we all took turns, pulling a name,

and giving like a flirty confession and ridiculous story

about that person without saying who wrote it.

At the end, it kind of sounds innocent,

but after a few glasses of wine,

it definitely gets chaotic and super juicy.

We're laughing, whispering, and Emma, start sharing this wild story about a guy she met at a party

that she ended up having a one-night stand with.

And Sophie chimes in with a story about a frat boy who said into her dams in the middle of class

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