Election day, 9:14 P.M., and I'm sitting in the common room. All around me are other young women, all fellow students at a liberal-arts, all-women's college, in good old blue-state Massachusetts. Most of us have laptops perched on our knees, books and binders balanced precariously on the arms of our chairs. We are in jeans and pajama pants, t-
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