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Thursday, May 12, 2005


The end is nigh. Every hallway of Gregg Hall is lined with boxes and scraps of rubbish, packing tape, tissue paper, and bubble wrap. My room in Beaumont has finally found its way into neat wrapped-up packages, tubes, and plastic bags. Most of my things are already at my summer appartment. It's nearly time to go.

But I don't want to. As I write, Alan is still chained to his homework, hashing out one more paper before he has to drop me off in DeMun on friday morning. I loathe the day. It is almost here, and I will see nearly nothing of Alan until it is almost too late.

DeMun, Modai, Arc, work, read, write, crave, sigh, stagger, cave, lie, curl, sleep, cry.


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