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Nothing about Sammy makes sense. It’s always been true; no two things about her go together. A bubbly, sweet girl, yes, but also somehow always sits alone. She always wears orange for some reason, and refused to get new glasses when hers were too big. You two somehow have all the same classes in college. The college itself sucks, mostly because all the teachers are more ancient than the pyramids.