Malini Ramaiyer

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They are probably typical college experiences, but all of them together felt like happy delirium for me, as crazy and loving as accidentally picking a scab off your friend’s face. “You have some pie on your face.” “I don’t think that’s pi—” “Here, let me get it.” “Yeah, that was definitely a scab.” It was the end of the summer — we bought Brandy Melville dresses, picked flowers around the neighborhood and went into the city to eat some pie.