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he was intrigued. "I suppose you've already developed some half-ass theory to support your pathetic little fistful of what you call research?" |
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"I have," I admitted, "and if I'm right, we're about to get another visit from these whatever they are. In fact, the way I have it figured, it could happen any day now. All four of the previous attacks happened in the summer, and that, my crusty old friend, is exactly what we're smack dab in the middle ofthe summer of '87." |
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Cosmo harumphed. "Could be," he acknowledged. |
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Despite the somewhat questionable nature of my literary efforts, I have been the "writer-in-residence" at good old Saint Francis for over four years now. There is little doubt that the august little institution would prefer to have someone of more significant literary fame, but it is a small Catholic college, and we all know that small Catholic colleges can't afford to pay much. |
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Still, the affiliation has its advantages. The campus is a delight with lovely jewel-like little lakes, tall stately trees and the true aura of academia. It is endowed with a magnificent library which rivals that of some of our larger state institutions, and the environment is conducive to writing. Lastly, the good order of Sisters is both lenient and flexible when it comes to my |
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