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Atlas Plot

Author: Enistory
last update publish date: 2026-02-25 21:10:31

The "Victory Party" was held at the massive off-campus house the hockey team rented. By the time I arrived at 10:00 PM, the place was vibrating. The bass from the speakers rattled the windows, and the lawn was littered with red solo cups and students spilling out the front door.

I hated parties. I hated the smell of cheap beer and sweat. I hated the way people looked at me like I was a stain on their perfect, wealthy tapestry.

I pulled my beanie down low (yes, I was still wearing it; it was my
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