I was his aide. There was even a butterfly in the air, fluttering like a displaced emblem, as I sat in the yard of Nassau Hall, surrounded by classmates in our robes and tassels, waiting to be pronounced. For a long time. There, standing in the threshold, wearing the same black suit from last night, is Richard Curry.
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