Quickly I began to fall into my father’s trap, the one my mother tried to warn me about. Sitting back on the couch, I reach for today’sDaily Princetonian. I freeze, waiting for the dean to enter. As he talks about Bill, about how agitated Stein was at the library, about the friend he’s lost, Paul gives little sign of emotion.
he took especial delight in telling Zhdanko, whom he considered little betterthan a serf, what to do. “And he killed Stein. As they cut this one apart, they studiedevery aspect of its anatomy, trying to predict how it would have behaved in differentcircumstances, ” she begins.
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