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Rachel says that if I stop eating so many carbs and spend a half hour on the StairMaster every day, I could easily get back down to a real size 8 And that this shouldn’t be a hardship for ye

Except that I’ve been to the college gyirls there, flinging their sticklike ara and stuff Seriously, one of these days, one of the to put soht, Rachel says, I’ll definitely get a hot boyfriend, the way she’s planning to, just as soon as she finds a guy in the Village who isn’t gay, has a full set of hair, and makes at least a hundred thousand a year

But how on earth could anyone ever give up cold sesauy who makes a hundred thousand dollars a year?

Plus, um, as I frequently ree American woman Hello And there are plenty of us (size 12s) who have boyfriends, thank you very irls h Rachel and I have different priorities--she wants a boyfriend; I’d just take a BA, at this point--and can’t seeree on what constitutes a ; me, falafel, extra tahini, with a pita ’n’ huet along okay, I guess I mean, Rachel seeton, anyway

"Mrs Allington," she says "Let’s get you hoht, Mrs Allington?"

Mrs Allington nods weakly, her interest in otten Rachel takes the president’s wife by the ar nearby, holds back a wave of firemen to make room for her and Mrs A on the elevator they’ve turned back on especially for her I can’t help glancing nervously at the elevator’s interior as the doors open What if there’s blood? I know they said they’d found her at the bottom of the shaft, but what if part of her was still on the elevator?

But there’s no blood that I can see The elevator looks the sa with brass triraduates have scratched their initials or various sords with the edges of their rooton say, very softly, "The birds"

"God," Magda says, as atch the nuht up as the car ain in there"

"Seriously," I agree That would da shakes herself, as though she’s thought of so unpleasant--most likely Mrs A’s vo herself "It hasn’t been this quiet around here since before all ht For a building that houses sopeople--seven hundred, ely still just then No one is gruth of time it takes the student workers to sort the mail (approxiet them to do it in under two Sometimes I wonder if maybe Justine had so about the broken changeon the n-in policy

Not that there isn’t anybody around The lobby is juuards in their baby blue unifor of students--all resident assistants--are rioing up to the guard at the security desk "Do you knoho it was?"

The security guards know everything that goes on in the buildings they work in They can’t help it It’s all there, on the monitors in front of them, from the students who smoke in the stairwells, to the deans who pick their noses in the elevators, to the librarians who have sex in the study carrels…