Fulton Cazzarelli is the baby of the group. He’s two years younger than me, and he’s a rookie. We all joke that he’s like a golden retriever: overly friendly, innocent, eats food off the floor. He always wants to know what everyone’s up to, and more often than not, he usually has no idea what’s going on. But that apparently does it for a bunch of chicks—the whole clueless, boy-next-door vibe.
