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Getting it Right: Greeks, the Guy, & God - Ann Lee Miller
I didn’t belong here in this hazy rented hall that smelled of hops and hairspray and heated bodies. The knowing started in my sternum and crawled outward. I crammed it back into the corner where I kept God at times like this. The ∆©AEs and a cadre of coeds danced to Kiss’s Rock and Roll All …