39: The Long Walk Home
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​"You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking, Mike. We’ve been boys since freshman year!"

​Brad stood on the sidewalk outside the Omega frat house, clutching a black trash bag filled with his clothes. His face was puffy, his eyes bloodshot from a mix of rage and the dust kicked up by the tow truck that had just vanished with his car. He looked like a man who had been hit by a train and was trying to argue with the tracks.

​Mike, the current president of the fraternity, stood in the doorway. He wasn't
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