The College Years
An SPH Experience by CUCKY_PEDIA. I met Cece during orientation week, freshman year. She was a transfer student from the other side of the state, with a face that belonged on a Renaissance painting—soft features, big brown eyes, and a smile that could stop a frat party mid-chant. But beneath that innocent exterior was a playful, curious fire that drew me in like a moth. We hit it off immediately, and within three months, we were inseparable. The first time
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