Are we really the only ones who masochistically love late-night lucubration in Butler? The taste of the corn muffins from Butler Café, especially after they’re a bit stale because then they don’t crumble so much? Whizzing by 45 steps on the banister from the third to the second floor? The extremely bright or dim “mood” […]
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