Syllabus in hand. Eyes darting the room like a cornered animal.
Initial class writing task alert: "I can't f*#@ing do this!"
Flash—recent events of a fatal community shooting. Replay—same campus, two dozen piercing eyes begging me: Act smartly. Invitation—"Will you step outside with me please?" without breaking stride willing her to follow. Mumbled compliance.
She lived a semester in that moment; I a few lifetimes.
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