The campus is quiet, the sky is grey and brooding, and the few remaining piles of snow lie like crusty corpses on the sides of curbs, but inside you feel like Louie Barletta. It’s party time! It’s skateboard time.
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The campus is quiet, the sky is grey and brooding, and the few remaining piles of snow lie like crusty corpses on the sides of curbs, but inside you feel like Louie Barletta. It’s party time! It’s skateboard time.