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Home.
You get back to Minneapolis where you have to dig through 26 inches of snow just to get your roommate's car back in the driveway. "Whomever I marry better be used to frigid cold temperatures and snow. Maybe someone who's spent some time in Syracuse, where I was born."
You tell your roommate what happened at ISNA.
"You're joking me?!" he says. "You know, back in Lompoc--"
"Whatever bro, just help me find a fiancee!" you interrupt.
"I might know someone for you. She's a 3rd year law student."
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