THE MESSY MESS: HURRICANE STACEY

So am seated at the far corner in a school dining hall. At least that’s what I called it before I discovered that they called it “Mess” here in Campus, not a dining hall. I now understand why because the place was such a mess. The air is rife with all kinds of noises from clattering plates to a broken radio at the other corner, one with lousy speakers producing some shoddy Rhumba tune. I love … More THE MESSY MESS: HURRICANE STACEY

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