“He could be crouched in those woods, waiting for you to hang up.”

"My professors, instead of teaching, would come sit at a desk next to mine, and we'd chain-smoke cigarettes. My religion professor brought in beer one day; my Russian professor brought his wife and pastries, and they'd ask me to explain what was happening: 'Is this the kind of thing that goes on in America?' Each day, the Plaza of the Americas emptied of students and filled up with reporters and camera crews, their makeup melting in the central Florida humidity."

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