If he could find a spare time machine, he’d go back ten minutes, extract his head from his ass, and then kick that ass until he shouted his acceptance of her invitation, bloody and exultant. But unless the science department had progressed far beyond the state’s standards of learning, he had no access to a time machine. He’d have to find another way into her tower, even though his head swam at great heights, and he imagined there would be thorns aplenty along his climb. It would require time. Patience. Faith in himself. He had plenty of the first two, less of the latter. But he was a teacher,
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