By the statue of the Trojan on the University of Southern California campus a group of male students meets almost every day. One of them occasionally taps the toe of his artificial leg with his cane.
Another awkwardly tries to hide the shiny black glove which covers his artificial right hand. A third, when rolling up his sleeve, is careful to keep four livid scars well covered. These and others in the group get an occasional nod from passing students, but they are different from the rest proud, reserved, mature, cliquish, hard to know....
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