It was one of those nights that seemed somehow electrified.
Even when she talks about it now, almost a decade later, Angele Douglas’s face is overtaken by a faraway smile and her sentences become punctuated with contented sighs.
In January 2001, the second semester of her freshman year at the College of Charleston, Douglas got dressed up for a sorority party at the school’s student center. Early on, she bumped into Javarro Russell, a cute boy she’d never seen before, though it turned out they were in the same year and lived in the same dorm.
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