Inside the ether of insecurity and hangovers, young adults begin building those rocky blocks called 'social preferences'. Although all is not what it seems to the prying eye.
As I slither home on one quite low-key booze-up, battling the windy rain, words started forming, echoeing inside my head, although they weren't echoes of my imagination they were voices of my friends. It went something like, "Poole number one, Bournemouth is poo," hopefully you've got the gist. Drunken chants can certainly explain a lot about a student's psychology, and expel revelations worthy of writing them down. Especially if they're of the personal kind. Although following that 'chant', it also went something like, "But I bet it's not raining in Bournemouth."
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