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Show 28, Jeffries, Islamorada Colleges and universities, he had reasoned with himself, instead of this funhouse. Talking to the moss-backs on Slippery Rock. Maybe if I took a year off, a leave of absence, I could get back to the great teachers, the proud and ambitious instructors, the full professors. . . cradled in some vast Brobdingnagian hand listening to the booming dissonance of giants. . . They were at the Highland Square Brown Derby. She had no trouble finishing the Josephine cut of the sirloin. "Off the starchy university food at last," she grinned. "I can see you're gonna be loads of fun to work for." "Yes, somehow, they've entrusted you to my-" "And this looks a lot like a date." On the small box stage, a musician, such as he was, was setting the rhythm-master up to play itself. His every note anticipated and complimented with all that fake music. "I try new things," she ventured, in her Rosie Casals headband, reminiscent of Miss Jackie Ray, September '70 Playboy covergirl, the counterculture playmate. "Can you find me in this picture?" "The Michener paperback. There she was in her Oshkosh overalls, scowling at the guard, and |