The Wistful Campus
The air in the faculty lounge tastes of stale lavender and the metallic tang of ambition, a cloying perfume that clings to the back of your throat as you stand there, holding a paper cup of coffee that has long since gone cold. It is a room designed for the performance of collegiality, with its low-slung velvet chairs and the faint hum of the radiator kicking in against the creeping chill of...
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