The woman behind the desk looked at a list.
"Matt Bryant, Got you right here. You are in room 3415 in the west wing. It looks like your roommate is already here."
Matt followed the map and soon reached his room.
"Fourth floor and no elevator." he told himself as he lugged his bags down the hall. "This should keep me in shape."
Stopping at the door, he put down his bags to open it.
"Not locked," he thought. "My roommate must be in."
Leaving his bag he hurried in eager to meet the new roommate.
"I/m Matt Bryant." he announced to the figure hanging clothes in the closet.
"Hello there Matt Bryant." he heard echoing from the closet. "I'm Clint Collins."
Suddenly a hand reached out to shake his.
"Glad you finally got here. I was getting lonesome."
Matt locked his new roommate over.
"Let me put my stuff away and then we can check out the campus."
Matt had been wondering about his roommate because he had heard horror stories about roommates from hell. This Clint looked ok so far. He was friendly and not nerdy. He might be a good guy to pall around with even if he was
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