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On the day September died,
a putrid Holloween-ish breeze
crept like a fog across the campus.
Leaden, onerous did this haze
cling to the crevices b..
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She sits
alone at a booth in a corner. Picking at her gnocchi, she sometimes thinks that
they look like fat, little maggots in cream sauce. Delici..
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