“No, I don’t like Dutch.” At least not the Dutch that got Mulliez kicked out. Or insinuated that I was sleeping with a teacher. Or ruined my locker, destroyed my keyboard, and treated me like absolute crap. But the Dutch that stood up for me in the cafeteria and pushed me to face my fears is… well, a different story. I’m not against that Dutch. I’d actually like to see more of that Dutch around.
