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intramural stuff or find a club team.  I was a forward in high school in Needham but not good enough to play division I.  I’m a huge fan though.  If you play I’ll watch.  A bunch of hockey guys in this dorm.  We have to get some fantasy league going.  I’m going to end up behind a desk somewhere.  I’m studying business.  When I’m not out sampling the ladies.  I know tons of chicks here from Needham and that area. Some are hotties.  I’ll hook you up.”
    “You guys sure do throw around town names here.  I have no idea where Needham is.  Sounds cool though.  I’m studying business to – you can be my calc tutor.”
    “Let’s figure out where the class takes place first.  I have a map but I want to find out first so I don’t look like a fool walking around with a map. It’s a dead giveaway that I’m a freshman.  The library should be easy enough to figure out.  It’s the tallest building here.”
    “They have a bunch of libraries, but we should go to the tall one.  We won’t get lost.”
    “Do you sleep late?  I love my naps.  I do have to be up early tomorrow. Breakfast with my Dad.  You’ll like him.  Hey why don’t you come along?”
    “No man.  You enjoy your time with your Dad.  We’ll hook up later.”
    “Tru, really come.  Free meals are going to be rare from here on out.”
    “Free…..you got me.  As long as your Dad is cool with it.”
    The beds got cleared off and Kyle ended up with the top bunk.  He was getting used to sleeping in his room alone since his brother left for college and he thought sleeping so close to another guy would be weird.  He had a deep and peaceful sleep.  This roommate thing was working out.  He got up alerted by the chime he had set up on his phone.  He appeared to be the first one in the all-male shower stalls.  It was a clean vestibule with grey tiles up the walls.  He was provided a little privacy with a gaunt white curtain.  It was sanitary and the water pressure was fierce – good enough.  He walked back into 2012 to a dozy Truman.  His pal skipped the shower and threw on a grungy t-shirt.  Indeed housing had missed the tidy thing.  He was happy with his dirty new pal.  His Dad could return to Buffalo with news that his roommate was a stand-up guy.
    “Hi Kyle.  I see you found your bed beneath the mess.  You guys have a lot of work left to do.  Hello, you must be Truman.  I’m Sam Caldwell.”
    Kyle was taken aback.  His Dad was always just Mr. Caldwell, Sam was a new one.  Only adults called him Sam.  This was new territory.  He was himself now an adult. 
    “Hi, Sam. Unless you prefer Mr. Caldwell?” Truman responded.
    “Yes – fine and I’ll call you Tru.”
    They hopped in the blue sedan and took off to the main highway.  They avoided town as it was too crowded with the arrivals.  They would hit a diner and load up there.  Eggs, bacon and a bagel would hit the spot.  He loved bagels – they were comforting.  They reminded him of Dad’s Sunday morning tradition of bringing home breakfast.  Either bagels or maple bars.  His stomach growled.
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    “Josh, you grab all of the heavy stuff.  Put your phone down and start helping.  Leave the damn thing in the car.  Whatever it is can wait.”
    The Wright family made the drive west from Cambridge in about 90 minutes.  Taryn had the wheel in the wagon with her brother.  Mr. Wright and his wife followed in the beige sedan.  Both cars were packed full and Dad lost track of Taryn as she drove like a devil.  It was stressful getting out of the house.  Taryn was quick to leave, her Mom was eager to make things perfect, Dad was easy going and Josh was unhappy to be along for the ride.  They made it in one piece.
    Taryn did not know her roommate well.  Like Kyle she put into the hands of housing.  Kendra was a sophomore from Worcester and she was an English major.  She had so many friends who were also going to UMass so she was not looking for a