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Two Miles Down the Road Ben Guerra/CL205 I walked out of my dorm at about one, silently cursing both the rebirth of freezing rain from the previous night and its effect on my already immobile car. While pathetically using my shovel as an ax to free my car from the ice, a fellow student noticed and empathetically helped me to continue my afternoon’s task. I headed south on Park Street, and I once again noticed the abrupt change of landscape after passing Regent. It didn’t become completely impoverished—it just lacked the financial prowess of a major university that had provided pristine facilities. I arrived at Mercado Marimar’s half-full parking lot and entered with a mild, lingering apprehension. I at first felt like I stood out as a stereotypical college student, but was welcomed by the bright, warm environment that was a welcome contrast to the grayness outside. A woman working at the register greeted me. I considered striking a conversation, but it seemed as if she had retreated. I wondered whether she was embarrassed about a language barrier or if I had made her feel uncomfortable. Regardless, a welcoming aura remained and I began to browse the store. In the center was a large picnic table where a father and young son enjoyed a snack. There were five or so
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