The Wistful Campus
The orchid was dying, or rather, it was being slowly strangled by the air conditioning unit that had been installed three feet above its pot. Margaret knew this with the same quiet, physical certainty with which one knows the exact weight of a secret kept too long. It was a rare specimen, a Vanda sanderiana, with petals the color of a bruise that has finally stopped throbbing. She had bought it...
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