Out of the whirlpool

George kept trying to concentrate on his anthropology, but the laughter from the next room was simply too tempting. "Besides," he thought, "I really should be more neighborly." He poked his head into Kevin and Mike's room. Although it was mid-afternoon, Mike was still under the covers, chuckling over the latest Marx Brothers film his Cinema I class was studying.

Kevin sat in his customary sprawl, legs stretched halfway across the room, chair tilted breathtakingly backward. He looked up from the pine twig he was whittling. "George, nice of you to drop in."

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