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It was bid night in the top sorority house at Texas University, with three hours remaining, before the final list was due at 7 am.  As the slides of each remaining girl passed through the projector, the sisters repeated the pledge’s name, origin, and defining feature, adding their own additional commentary.  The defining features always were something like “head cheerleader,” “Fiji’s girlfriend,” “old family,” or “not Tri-Kap material,” “too much daddy,” “fake,” “sluts over dorks.”  Still, rush was almost over, Catherine thought, only a couple more hours.