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Sergeant (at least he was three years ago — he's probably been promoted since) Taylor was the same as ever. He had the same confident, beautiful smile — the one that made me wonder if he could be my companion. Alas.
I escorted him inside, and we sat at the sofa, and I poured some coffee into the cups on the coffee table. This was a business meeting, the hotel room had been chosen for privacy.
"You look good," he said, still smiling. "You're in your fourth year, right? How is it going for you? Is that old fool, Prof. Derwen, still bothering you?"
Of course he remembered. I'd complained to him — perhaps oversharing way too much — about everything back then. Being strong, doing double the work — none of my peers accepted me or wanted to work with me, and I always ended up doing group wo
