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TVs silently broadcasting campus news,
and soaring ceilings festooned with
high-wattage chandeliers. The tables
and sofas are clustered mostly on the
perimeter of the room, forming a
brightly lit center catwalk down which
the students breezily parade, seemingly
unaware that all eyes are on them. I admire
their nonchalance.
The students are even better turned
out than their surroundings, if such a
thing is possible. No one is more than
five pounds overweight or has bad skin
or wears odd accessories. The women
are a cross between Head Cheerleader
and Most Likely to Succeed. They wear
fitted jeans, filmy blouses, and highheeled
peekaboo-toed shoes that make
a pleasing clickety–clack on Spangler’s
polished wood floors. Some parade like
fashion models, except that they’re social
and beaming instead of aloof and
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