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Late Tuesday night, a member of the Weekly Cad Team got a text message from Stone Mims with a casual proposal: we were invited, by him, to represent our newspaper at the first meeting of the new Student Government, set to take place the following day. At first, it was a scramble to find someone who could fit the meeting into their schedule, but after a short email exchange with Stone, I was ready to run from my last class to get there.
The first time we met was just a handshake. A “Hi, my name is…” and “Hello, nice to meet you.” There was a spark in your eyes, but nothing else seemed special. You wore regular clothes and said regular things and smiled regularly, with crooked teeth that were a little yellow. I didn’t see you for the rest of the day. I didn’t even know which department you worked in.