Whenever I come back to Chad from a day at home I feel like I’m crossing into another dimension. Life here is just so different. One minute I’m sitting in the car with my mom or dad on my way back here, and the next I’m stepping out of the elevator and greeted with a “yo mother” from Hanson or a few rounds from Dan’s squirt gun. That’s what I
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