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It’s an unsettling feeling to be watched. Your skin prickles and the hair on the back of your neck rises. All at once you are uncomfortable and flattered. It’s only when you are watched, and you are unsure how, that the discomfort wins out. That’s how it is in these dorms. Thousands of girls, millions of emotions have roamed this hallway. The bathrooms are filled with the tears of a hundred break-ups and the mirrors pulsate with displeasure. As you walk down the halls the only footsteps you hear are your own. You know the other girls are only separated from you by a thing wooden door, but for now the chipped linoleum and di