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At 6:14 p.m. a car pulled
over and beeped. At first I was afraid they
wanted to yell at me for the butt I'd just
flicked in the gutter but it was only Jeff on
his way to return "some vids." I was happy for
the lift because the note on the lentils said
"take me to Gould at 6:30!" and there was no way
I would've made it on time otherwise. After
floating paper airplanes from the fourth tier of
the prison-like hall we walked across a
drawbridge to end-of-semester potluck supper at
professor Ron's houseboat directly under the
incessant whine of I-5 but he'd insulated the
place himself and it was cozy and quiet inside,
the occasional swaying of hanging utensils in
the kitchen the only reminder that we were
floating all the while. |
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