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 Her mind was getting lazy... feeling sleepy... tired of thinking... Spring was there and it was getting warm and sunny. During the courses she felt tired, as if it was all happening in one of her strange dreams. Linguistics lectures, literature lectures... during which she’d take notes automatically, absent from the whole understanding thing. She was unable to concentrate. She sat there at a desk, listening without completely hearing, looking at the crowd of new people she’d first seen in her first semester there at University. She hadn’t been able to know them all, and during the lectures she’d often sit alone at a desk, wondering how she had ended up there among those strangers. The weeks...</description></item></channel></rss>