Dating The Rich Guy My Roommate Turned Down
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My roommate, Daisy Campbell, was our university’s resident tragic saint. She had the kind of porcelain skin, soft-spoken cadence, and perpetual doe-eyed fragility that made people want to shield her from the wind. Her personal manifesto was recited like scripture across our freshman hall: “My family doesn’t have money, but I refuse to take advantage of anyone.” She constantly reminded us that one could skip meals, wear thrifted sneakers until the soles detached, and survive on instant oatmeal, but one’s dignity could never be compromised. When guys offered to buy her an iced matcha at the…