It was a night not unlike any other night. The moon was out, the wind was blowing, and I was four beers into what looked like was going to be a long, fun night of drinking. I was blowing off writing a paper, and on my way to the Grille with the fellas for a bite to eat. On our way, Nate has a grand idea. Let's go through the tennis courts. And why
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