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Saturday, November 08, 2003

Now Read This: Clay Waters once haunted a lot of the same divey bars in which I used to spend so much of my time. (No, really. I've reformed. Honestly.) The other day I ran into him at the Princeton Club. It seems I'm not the only one coming up in the world.

Our lad Clay's written a campus mystery novel that everyone should go out and buy.

  11/08/2003 05:59:00 PM