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Dr. Pudlowski

Dear old Pud (aka Dr. Pudlowski) called to me from across the courtyard. “Hey Paul, come here… I got something for you.” My stomach knotted, and my mind raced  through all the possible misdemeanors. Did he see me jump the fence … Continue reading

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