The Wistful Campus

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The bread was stale. It had been stale for three days, a dense, gray slab that resisted the knife. I sat at the edge of the bed in the dormitory room, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane, a rhythmic, violent drumming that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. I was an old man in a young body, or perhaps a young man wearing the rags...

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