I was at class at eight, out at eleven, and hear this, home before noon. I dismissed my usual habit of staying in the city and using the university library thus allowing myself to enjoy the lack of traffic - it was like poetry. I’m not kidding, though I guess you had to be [...]
- "Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you. But who'd ever think to look for me here?"
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