The Wistful Campus

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You are eating. The soup is cold. It sits in a chipped blue bowl. The liquid is gray. It smells of iron. You are not hungry. You are eating because you must. The spoon scrapes the bottom. It sounds like a nail on wood. The room is small. The walls are peeling. The paint is the color of old bone. There is a window. The glass is fogged. You cannot see out. You only see your own face. It is pale....

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