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Hugs are so important to me. I didnt realize just how important until my freshman year at North Texas when I met my first boyfriend, David Bradley, there. When I heard the Beastie Boys blaring from the speakers of a friend's dorm room, I burst through the door announcing how much I really wanted to go to see them in concert. And there was David, sitting on my friend's bed in a blue Polo shirt, blue jeans and the biggest pair of duck shoes I have ever seen. He asked me out on our first date about two weeks later. We didn't even kiss that night, but he took me in his arms and held me tight for 10 minutes. He literally turned me into a hugging monster. Just last year I talked to him and he told me he thought it was I who taught him how to hug, which I truly find funny. Time stands still for me when I am in a major hug. And it is a great time warp to be in. (By the way, I never did get to see the Beastie Boys in concert.) — Kelly J. Kitchens ('91)
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Lasting
Memory