The Wistful Campus

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The door clicked shut. It was a small sound. A dry sound. I stood in the hallway. The wallpaper was peeling. Yellow. Like old teeth. I turned to look at her. Eleanor. She stood by the window. The glass was fogged. Inside. She held a cup. Steam rose. It curled. Then it vanished. Like a breath. Like a secret. "You’re late," she said. Her voice was thin. A wire. "I’m not late," I said. I looked at...

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