![]() Alcohol at two o’clock.” We weave through the crowd, headed in that direction, and eventually we reach the bar, which is really just a long collapsible table someone set up. Might as well put a crazy college party on that list. Ever since I moved here from North Carolina, I’ve been pushing myself to try new things. “Isn’t this better than watching cat videos on a Saturday night? What do you want to do first?” “See?” she says as we take in the bonfire. It’s mostly for Greeks and jocks and popular people, yet here I am, a mere freshman, hanging out with my bubbly redheaded roommate, Skye. ![]() It’s also home to the best damn annual bonfire party at prestigious Waylon University, which is currently happening right now in the middle of a cotton field. ![]() Welcome to Magnolia, Mississippi, where locusts are as big as your hand and iced tea comes with a double helping of sugar. ![]()
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