Hilary put her sandal-feet on the desk and thought back , and back and back into the great Northwestern blackout, until she crossed the moor at night her teeth chattering in fear of imaginary monsters, until John Paul II was alive and they circled the great Dombrowski fieldhouse under clouds of steam that were rising off the ice.
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