The Wistful Campus

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The hall is full. You are standing. The air is thick. It smells of wax. It smells of sweat. It smells of old paper. The chandeliers burn. They do not flicker. They are fixed. They are cold. The light is white. It cuts the room. It cuts the faces. You see them. They are young. They are smooth. They are looking at you. You are not young. You are not smooth. You are here. You are out of place....

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