Teach me to desire
“I know. You told me, late one night. You spoke about it with a passion I never saw when you discussed the quarterly returns of the Hayes Group.”
“I want to go back,” I stated, the words gaining momentum and conviction. “I want to re-enroll. Not here, where the name will always follow me, but somewhere completely new. Somewhere quiet, obsessed with its own history. I want the degree I actually wanted, not the degree my father designed for me. I want the purpose of pure learning.”
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