Cambridge
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Last published Sat, Mar 7, 2015
Oh university, some people say that it's one of the best times of your life, I say, it is also the strangest, most embarrassing and emotional times of your life. I speak from first hand experience of my many misdemeanour's here at Cambridge. Misdemeanour's involving goats, ponds and a concoction of coke and soft-mints.
I'm Nikki Royale, and this my story of university life.
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