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The Vagabond


Vag didn't move. With a great effort, he pried open his right eye, gave the floor a sweeping glance, and quickly closed his eye again. Sunlight was streaming into the room, and although he had no idea how late it was, Vag guessed he'd have to hurry to make it for lunch. But there wasn't any point in getting out of bed; he had much too much of a head on him. Outside on the grass he thought he heard afternoon noises-the pleasant thud of someone catching a football, a girl's unobtrusive voice, a small car, undoubtedly a convertible, starting up. Vag groaned and turned over, facing the wall.

He felt as though he had large clods of dirt in his eyes, and he knew that he would get no more sleep. Vag smiled softly at the wall; it had been worth it. The game-he remembered that almost clearly-had been the best he'd seen since before the war. A big noisy crowd, plenty of passing, plenty of color, plenty of everything. As far as Vag could recollect, we won the game, and afterwards; well, that was a little dim. There had been one cocktail party where who stopped in the middle of a sentence, muttered something incoherent, and quickly leaned out of the nearest window. After that there had been some dancing going on, and then-it was funny, but he didn't remember anything else.

Vag opened both eyes this time, and looked everyone seemed to be sitting on the floor shouting about one of the plays, and then there was this girl around for the clock. He had saved Sunday for work. The plan was to get up at nine and read three plays in the morning, while in the afternoon he would tackle the last two weeks' Gov. assignment. It was time he got started on his courses, and today he had set aside for just that purpose. Finally Vag found the clock resting in its usual place on his desk. Two-fifteen. Well, it was no use starting now with half the day gone. He would cut his Monday classes and study all day. There was no doubt but that was the sensible way to do it-with no half measures. Everything was settled, so Vag clamped his eyelids together and settled back for a short snooze.

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