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... en hallways, past twelve paintings of dead ancestors, and cost me approximately fourteen percent of my remaining dignity.
My sneakers made this sound. Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Water from the shower incident had soaked through everything. My uniform now lived in a plastic bag I’d borrowed and was dripping condensation like a crime scene evidence bag.
The only dry clothes I owned on campus were my gym clothes. Grey t-shirt. Navy athletic shorts. White socks that were losi ...
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