Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

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Andy felt in need of an evening of tv and munchies, surprisingly without an afternoon of smoking preceeding it. So he was sitting on the couch with a large array of candy and chips spread out around him, flipping through channels and looking for something that would hold his interest for more than few minutes.

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"No, I haven't," Sam said, trying to be a little more casual than he felt. "I guess you just look like someone else I know. Sorry for being weird. I'm Sam."

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"Andy. And nothing wrong with being weird."

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"You think so?" Sam asked. "Is that because you genuinely believe that, or because you've heard a lot about this place?"

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"Both?" Andy said. "Really, weird isn't that big a deal."

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Sam gave Andy a skeptical look. "Are you stoned right now?" he asked. Really, you'd think being around Chuck would help him know when that was happening.

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"Not right now, no," Andy said. He'd just got the weed from Chuck. It wasn't like he'd had time to use it yet.

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"So you just naturally think weird is okay. I take it you haven't had any trouble getting settled in?" Sam asked.

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"Not really," Andy said. "But I'm a pretty good with going with the flow."

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"So what brought you here?" Sam asked. Maybe that might give him some insight on his dream.