Freyda Mar dressed normally, drank water, remembered everything, and … okay, she was a little eccentric, but in a way that everyone could appreciate. She bore a striking resemblance to a tall, middle-aged Wicked Witch of the West except not, you know, being actually green. A few days before our first field trip, I looked at her long, wavy black hair, and all I said was, “Are you sure?” She took one look at my own close-cropped do and said, “You know, you’ve got a point.” Whereupon I step out to get us some coffee for the mid-morning break, and when I get back, the scissors are out of the
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