Finley Age Twenty-Two Senior Year "Kennedy get up, you are going to make us late," I yelled as I ran through our apartment. We had our first practice of the season tonight. Last year we had the best season of our lives. We won the final four and we are looking to do it again. "I'm up," she yelled and sounded like I had woken her up. She had become my best friend, and I couldn't have made it through the last three years without her. "Ken, you have five minutes to get your ass out here or I'm leaving you. I'm not doing laps because you couldn't get out of bed." I stood by our door and jingled the keys, "Damn, calm down, I will get you there on time," she said coming out of her room, with her hair everywhere and makeup smudged, but she at least had a top on today. She still had a habit of walking around naked. She also still brings random stranger's home, so she could be plowed as she put it. "You aren't driving, you almost killed me yesterday." "Oh my God, you run one stop sign
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