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When you are in graduate school, you learn to appreciate the little things. Since the classes are in three-hour blocks, by halftime everyone is fading. But today, when I went to drop off a form in the graduate assistant’s office, I discovered an enormous bowl of Halloween candy, and I am talking about the good stuff: Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Kit-Kat, Twix, those malted milk balls, and so on. When I got back to the seminar room with my booty, everyone asked where it came from. When I told them, a convoy was quickly dispatched, and soon enough the conference table was littered with wrappers as my classmate stuffed themselves with sweet, sweet candy. It looked like an eight-year-old’s bedroom floor on Halloween night.

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