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The Story:
It had been decades since she had seen it. She could still smell the chalk dust that made the morning light hang in the air just past the windows.
The rotting wooden door creaked open as she pushed it. Her eyes welled up as she saw that everything was just as she had left it, with the exception of a blanket of dust. And there in the second row, third desk from the left, sat Will Crinden.
“Miss Drax, I’m ready for my lesson.”
“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can teach you, Will.”
“It’s William. And you’re quite right about that.”
He stood up and walked to the front of the room. Removing his jacket, he proceeded to wipe down the chalk board with it.
“Have a seat, Miss Drax. This is our last day of school.”
She walked forward and sat down in the desk he had been sitting in
“I’m going to show you how much I’ve learned on my own, despite your efforts to stop my education.”
“Murdering millions of people isn’t an education, Will viagra online canada.”
He looked at her with confusion, as if he could not comprehend how she could believe that to be true. His tone deepened.
“Alright, Miss Drax.”
With a stick of chalk, he drew a line down the center of the chalk board.
“You have the right, and I’ll take the left. We’ll both write down our points today as we educate each other on why the other is wrong.”
“Will, please, can’t you see this is…”
“No, Miss Drax. This is my offer. Today, we will teach each other for the last time. Convince me you’re right, and I’ll stop my experiments. If you fail, you’ll be the last experiment I ever need to run–let’s call it my final exam.”
She knew how this would end. But the educator in her knew she had to try. She wouldn’t quit until she found some way to make him understand–millions of lives depended on it.
“Alright,” she said. “If I don’t convince you, I’ll go willingly. You go first.”
He smiled and wrote a number one on the left side of the board.