Randy said nothing as we approached my car, but I could tell that he was desperately searching for something to say before I got in and left. There was a part of me, perhaps the true me, that took pleasure in watching his idealism get dashed against the blood-drenched wall of history. But another part of me, perhaps the biology of some woman who had the misfortune to become infected with my parasitic immortal mind, felt bad for him.

“Look,” I said as I opened my car and started to climb in, “you seem like a nice guy, really. I don’t mean to be a bitch, but I’d rather you got in front of your situation here before it really does walk all over you. Your best bet is to find one student and focus on them. See if you can make a differen...

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