The first thing Edwin Clark thought of his roommate Corey when they met was that he kinda looked like a stoner. Baggy clothes, worn out skater sneakers, slight shadows under his eyes and his low voice always sounded a little raspy and drowsy, like he had just woken up. They couldn’t have paired up two kids that were more different from one another. One was a neat freak, the other was a...
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