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Long-ago classmates, we’ll spend the evening recalling ourselves before we became antique – back in the academic stomp of caffeine all-nighters, pop quizzes, scrabble games laced with words from Chaucer’s time, a mixture of tongues across bloody waters; straddling borders before things got settled into nations, currencies, standardized spelling and our own marriages, divorces, and dissolutions. Those good old nail-bitten days we’d never want to relive except as history – gathered for just one evening in memory.

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