Snap Studios.

Ring around the Rosie,

Rapping. Ring around the rosy, wrap them nice and cozy, tighter, tighter,

till not sound.

Listen to Spooked. Stay tuned.

From KQED and PR, you've crossed over to Spoot.

Okay, so, first day, freshman year of the university, and I'm moving into the dorms, right?

Co-ed dorms, kind of. On the third floor, our side is for the fellas, but right through that big

blue door, my resident counselor explains that is where the women live.

And to get acquainted with our foremates, there's a mixer, a party, perfect.

And there, holding spiked glasses a punch, I get to talking to ladies who could easily pass

for sisters, cute.

Super cute, cheerleader cute, bubbly, the way they speak. I think they've known each other for years, but turns

off they had just met. Assigned his roommates through the mysterious campus matching computer.

I focus on the one closest to me Kelly.

Through all that deep country Michigan charm at her and over the next few days.

Next few weeks we become friends. I don't really want to be just friends but that's

all right. I need friends too.

And almost every time I see Kelly,

I see your roommate as well,

smiling, joking, laughing, teasing, teasing,

and teasing. I like them both, and I am envy of my floor every time they

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