According to multiple sources across campus, it remains unclear whether that one guy wearing a scarf is gay or just French.
“There is such an inexplicable je ne sais quoi radiating from this man and his scarf,” mused Nigel Weaver, admiring the way the man tossed one end of his bubblegum pink brushed cashmere scarf artfully over one shoulder.
A recent report from the nicest restaurant in town reveals that the dining room’s mood lighting was no match for Dad’s phone flashlight.
“At first, Dad seemed to appreciate the restaurant’s pleasant atmosphere,” related Amelia Hayes, reminiscing about how the votive holders placed on each table had filled the restaurant with a warm, flickering glow.
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