Chapter XX
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Just tor informs you t time is up. itense disgust you kick to a corner and go ionary sco abolis of professors to ask questions t of tioned.
It comes over me t in t ter I urn t me. Aaprutting about before me, pointing to tones and t tly tmospling, tumbling ideas I live in t I t on a deliberate air to say t my ideas of college have changed.
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