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Keough Hall

04/28/2026 14:58h
November 9, 2016 University of Notre Dame minutes felt like hours "deplorables knocking at your door" he shouted the day after—“build the wall— we're building a wall around your room!" minutes felt like hours "cowards!" you managed, catching a glimpse by cracking your door: there were three of them scurrying down the hall, their faces obscured… your back against the wall, you slid to the floor— "Hail Mary..." you began whispering to yourself and back they came their laughter louder minutes felt like hours and the thumping in your chest— his fist pounding the door for Gregory Jenn ('18)