Nosh Bakker was a large, hulking farm boy from Niorth Dakota, on a farm just south of the Canadian border. He was seven foot one, and might have had Nordic good looks at one time, but his face looked like it had encountered a sledgehammer. Repeatedly.
Noah looked like the sort of guy who would make his living playing professional American style football. Or possibly as a fighter in an MMA league. He was the last person you expected to see at a college like yours.
Noah rarely talked, and when he did, his voice sounded like grinding gravel.
Noah was probably the last person you expected to become friends with. That is, until one fateful day,
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