The Wistful Campus

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The coffee cup is in your hand. It is thin. You can see the veins of your own fingers through the ceramic. You are sitting on a bench outside the Department of English. It is raining. Not a storm. Just a fine, persistent mist that soaks into the wool of your coat. You are twenty-three. You are bright. You are tired. You hold the cup to your lips. The coffee is cold. You drink it anyway. It...

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