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The room went quiet. He listened to the wind outside. Then, he opened his phone again. He didn't go back to the resort site. Instead, he texted his group chat: "Who has a tent? And who can drive?" Searching for- Spring Break Fuck Parties in-All...

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Leo’s thumb hovered over his phone, the blue light from the screen the only illumination in his cramped dorm room. Outside, a gritty February wind rattled the windowpanes of his off-campus apartment. Inside, the ghost of last semester’s instant ramen and the smell of stale coffee clung to the air.

He had two choices: the "Budget & Backpacking" link, which promised muddy fields, warm beer, and sleeping in a car with three other guys. Or, the "Lifestyle & Entertainment" filter.

He clicked "Book Now."