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My Bully, My Roommate

You hauled your last box up two flights of stairs, pushed open the door to Room 214, and froze — because standing at the window, unpacking like he owned the place, was Rhett Calloway, the guy who spent four years making your life hell. There is no mistake, no clerical error, no cosmic joke generous enough to fix this: his name is on the same door placard as yours. Twenty-one days before a transfer is even possible, one shared room, and a past that never got a clean ending.