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...Vag swung his crutches over the puddle, lifting his cast and its wooly sock carefully so it wouldn't splash in the slush. The crutch tips banged solidly against the sidewalk; Vag raised them again, and then plunged them into the crust of melting snow at the end of a driveway...
...cold air braced Vag; it made his steps brisk as he walked up Shepard St. and into the quad. Just to make sure, he reached into his inside pocket to see if the invitation was still there. It was: "You are cordially invited to attend an informal dance. See you there. O.K.! Joan S." This term was going to be different, starting that night. He would cement relations with Joan, meet a bevy of new girls, and never let another weekend go by. He was going to bow to the system from now on, even if it meant calling...
...Vag turned, carefully mounted the iey stops, and opened the door. After hanging up his coat, he walked towards the dimly lit living-room and the crowd of dancing figures. As he edged into the room the solemn, spaniel eyes of a plump girl, who was leaning against the wall, followed him. When Vag noticed her, she turned nonchalantly and began talking to another girl. A girl was coming toward him,; she was pretty and Vag decided to ask her to dance. He was about to do so when she asked him sweetly and energetically if he would like...
...bench into the other room where there was dancing. He got some cranberry punch from the table and sat down. He watched a girl while she danced with someone who steered into the corner where she would be less conspicuous. She had auburn hair, blue eyes and freckles; Vag stood up to see her while she danced away from view. He weaved through the elbows which swung out at him and went toward the couple. Just then someone else cut in, and Vag went back to the chair where he stood watching. He waited for what he thought...
Down at the end of the room the library clock began to strike little needles of sound. Vag counted them absentmindedly . . . seven, eight, nine, ten. Ten o'clock. The idea sank in slowly. Suddenly Vag sat bolt upright. How could he have been day-dreaming? The specter of examination welled up in his imagination in all its horror. The smug fat text and the cruel purple type on the assignment sheet seemed to be deriding him with silent mockery. Vag tore the ticket stubs to shreds, clenched his teeth, and read...