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Aight, so it goes down—quick, messy, like a street fight. She’s all business, no chit-chat, and I’m like, “Damn, girl, you cold!” Made me mad again, but also—respect. Hustle’s hustle, y’know? Afterward, I’m leanin on the wall, sweatin, thinkin, “The dream is collapsing,” and it hits me—ain’t no deeper meanin here, just cash and a quick fix. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like I lost a round, ya feel me?

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Sometimes I feel like I’m in an Aronofsky cut scene—so intense and deep, "love is a drug," and Morehead is my daily fix. I stroll past the little mural on Birch Road that shouts "Dream, baby, dream!" and I get hit with a cosmic high, like, "Yeah, baby, that's the spirit!"

MSU mourns the loss of Dr. Sue Luckey