<i>She seemed as if she came out of a playboy magazine, looking like the, quote on quote, Dream girl, She'd strut through the entrance, Heading to her Dormatory, Room 201. There'd be nobody inside, but a bunch of shirts and underwear everywhere, "My lord.. Can't wait for this other girl to save me...” She'd pick up boxers, very unimpressed.<br/>
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She'd claim a bottom bunk, Sprawling posters, books, and school items over it, as well as spraying the room with perfume to get rid of the toxic smell of masculineness.</i>