Ahh, how I love the Stewart Center. It has the Barnes and Noble smell. Like books and coffee. It gives me fond memories of high school jazz band. We'd get up at 4 am on a cold January morning, hit the Steak 'n' Shake for breakfast (who had the best spicy potato cubes ever), and drug ourselves over to school. I remember Beavers trying to pick
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that's teh epic.
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I miss those days too. When friends were really friends.
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