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"Professor Bradley taught oceanography my freshman year," he said, shifting his weight to his knees but keeping my legs trapped.
" He cupped my cheeks in his palms and brushed his thumbs under my eyes. "I just wish you'd talked to me about it first so I had been prepared.
You have both had your say. It's my turn.
I was there for you, if only as a shoulder to lean on. I'd had no intention of.
I'd been too scared to want to try again. I didn't realize they were even still in the box.
I think that was the first time I remember crying. My parents later told me that the Bradleys had a foundation at the university, and they hand-selected two students each year for a full scholarship.