My White Racist Roommates Threw Me Out On The Street
They knew I had nowhere to go and didn’t care
During my first year in university, I lived in a student residence. My mum insisted that it would be the most hassle-free and convenient option. She didn’t like the idea of off-campus housing as that would mean shopping and cooking for oneself as well as a commute to campus. But like all post-teenagers, I knew better, of…
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