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Later in the year, Keith had come back from Searcy with some acid he got from a cousin who was down from Chicago. She sat quietly in my desk chair, her head down, her face behind all those mad curls, not saying anything, not looking at me. She didnвЂ™t seem to want to say anything else.

вЂњWhat did you say?вЂќ I asked, not as if I hadnвЂ™t heard it, but as if I needed to be reminded. вЂњDid you hear what I said?вЂќ she asked quietly. After I blew it out, I started saying something I donвЂ™t remember because of how awkward and helpless I was about to feel in a few seconds. I just smiled and nodded and held the smoke in my lungs. I mean, IвЂ™m over her, but I still think about her, you know?вЂќДЄs I took another hit, she said something I couldnвЂ™t hear about when she was 14. Do you like Journey? The first time I had sex, Journey was playing, so I always think about Amber.

Some people think I look like Jim Morrison. You know thatвЂ™s not someoneвЂ™s name? Pink Floyd? ItвЂ™s the name of the band, not a person. вЂњHey, do you have a favorite Pink Floyd album? Mine is The Wall. If you just wanted to hang out while we alternately giggled at stupid stuff and held forth about how deep and thoughtful we were, that was fine. But stoners didnвЂ™t care if you didnвЂ™t get stoned. Although Mandy hung out with us, she didnвЂ™t get stoned. When I offered it to her, she shook her head like I knew she would. I packed a bowl in my little wooden pipe and took a hit. Like I said, when you were with Mandy, you had to do most of the talking. Except for second grade, but that doesnвЂ™t really count.вЂќ I didnвЂ™t have a girlfriend until my senior year. She said something I could barely hear about how sheвЂ™d never had a boyfriend. I muttered something about sorry, I shouldnвЂ™t have done that, I didnвЂ™t know if that was why she came back to the room and we didnвЂ™t have to do anything. At some point, I leaned over to kiss her. When you were with Mandy, you had to do most of the talking. I sat on the bed and she sat in my desk chair. She nodded and said something I couldnвЂ™t hear. I asked if she wanted to come over to my room. At the top of the stairs, where she goes left and I go right, I stood there holding my milk crate of cool records. One night after my radio show, Mandy and I walked back to Couch Hall. We brought in our own cool records, carrying them in milk crates swiped from grocery stores. One wall was lined with records, but they were old and terrible. Late at night, we would all sit in the radio station in the attic of the admin building and get high during each otherвЂ™s radio shows. Somehow she fell in with stoners like me.

Imagine youвЂ™re Mandy and now you live here. Imagine you just graduated from high school and now you live here.

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Boys and girls sprawled around the TV in the lobby, running back and forth to each otherвЂ™s rooms, giggling as they dashed down the hall wearing towels on their way to the showers. But Couch Hall had a confused libertine quality. The other dorms had that distinct atmosphere of a place where only boys lived or a place where only girls lived. Boys down the hallway to the right, girls down the hallway to the left. The bottom floor was girls, the top floor was boys and the middle floor was half and half. We both lived in Couch Hall, which was a coed dorm. She was a slight girl from a small town in Arkansas, a year behind me in college. If you said вЂњwhat?вЂќ she repeated herself just as quietly as before youвЂ™d said вЂњwhat?вЂќ You learned that you had to lean in and listen carefully. She was painfully shy, never making eye contact, holding her head so low her frenzied hair spilled over her face. The second thing you noticed about Mandy was that you couldnвЂ™t hear anything she said.

The curls fell down around her shoulders and roiled like foam at the bottom of a waterfall. A mad sprawl of tightly coiled dark ringlets exploded out of her head. The first thing you noticed about Mandy was her hair.