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... age indoors.
My Whitmore, he said...
Catherine felt something between secondhand embarrassment and professional horror settle in her spine. She inhaled once, deeply, and discarded the thought. Whatever they were doing in there...footnotes, metaphors, unspeakable theoretical frameworks, or... something else... was no longer her concern.
She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving behind two humanities professors: one who had mistaken interior design for personal identi ...
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