Back In The Saddle Comments

Lisa comes into my room and flops on the bed. The day had been uncompromisingly gray, windy and cold. The night sky was a snowy, blowing darkness, an absolute void that absorbed the campus lights and reflected nothing back. 'I'm missing Spring Break, ' Lisa she says.

'It doesn't even seem like Spring Break happened, ' I say. 'Most Yalies went to Puerto Rico this year, I think, from my sampling.'
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