“All right.” There’s no censure in her voice. I want there to be censure. “He’s disruptive?” “Not really. Even though he’s sitting in my chair. He took over my chair.” I stifle a smile. He really is kind of brazen. “And your class? Has he taken that over too?” “Not really.” Not the class. More like my mind. Even my body. He keeps popping into my thoughts in a sexual way, and I’m not really a sexual person. Don’t have time for that sort of thing, anyway. “The prisoner… Grayson…he’s a good student. He’s magnetic, persuasive, and clearly very intelligent. A bullshitter, though. But even his
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