By Ann Ingalls
Explains what college manners are, how they need to be used, and in what occasions they need to be used.
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Just promise you won’t tell anybody else. ” Santangelo and Lulu were heading for us. I didn’t know what to say. “I know it’s not like we can keep this a secret forever,” she said, “but Mooney’s so fragile right now. If I just had a little more time to help get him calm . ” “If Lulu thinks it’s okay, we’ll wait until then,” I said. The sun dipped below a bank of clouds at the horizon. Santangelo opened the door and slammed on all the lights. indd 42 28/5/08 2:44:11 PM 7 Santangelo twitched his cape and lowered himself onto the sofa, knees apart to make room for the sheer mass of his belly.
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