Kent And Spencer Fratpad «iPad LEGIT»

From the hallway, Spencer’s voice echoed. "I heard that!"

Spencer emerged, hair still wet, wearing an oversized hoodie that probably belonged to a girl from three formals ago. "Listen, recruitment's tomorrow. We need this place to smell like anything other than regret and cheap beer."

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They shared a look—the kind that said we've made it this far . Then Spencer grabbed the Febreze, and Kent cranked up the music. For one more semester, the fratpad would hold.

Their fratpad was a disaster zone of mismatched couches, string lights held up by duct tape, and a pool table that doubled as a dining table. But it was their disaster. From the hallway, Spencer’s voice echoed

"Impossible," Kent deadpanned. "The regret is structural."

Kent tossed a empty Red Bull can into the already overflowing trash bag. "Dude, if Spencer doesn't get his protein powder out of the bathroom sink by tonight, I'm hiding it in his car." We need this place to smell like anything

"You were supposed to!" Kent yelled back, grinning.