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Thank you, Doctor Flowers, for bringin back to life my romance with Rugby. You ought to see the bluets blooming there behind the Hughes Library, a host, no many hosts of the field blooming bluets. No heat or air there in the reading room. No running water. Just shelved old books now and the slightly moldly and still air of history, hopes for the future now the past.

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