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The night was a dream and Melanie never wanted to wake up.
She listened intently to her professor as he waxed poetic on his travels throughout Europe, his home in Spain and his love of cooking. The command he had over language was what Melanie loved most about Armando. She was a word junkie, after all. Books were her drug. And Armando had been her primary supplier for as long as she could remember. Now, she was having a romantic dinner with the swarthy older gentleman.
Melanie assumed after dinner she would be biking back to the dorms, but Armando surprised her by saying, "let's go to a party, it's just two blocks from here."
"What kind of a party?"
"One of my senior students is hosting a Halloween party."
"Oh, but I have no costume!" Melanie worried.
"I don't think it's really a
