I just went downstairs to get a Sprite and some Twizzlers from the vending machines, and a guy I know from FMLA, a super fellow named Eric with a surplus of curly brown hair, tapped me on the shoulder, asked me how I was, talked with me about being busy and sleepy, and then hugged me, saying, "It's good to give hugs." And we wished each other luck on our homework and other endeavors, and went our separate ways.
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