at first sight

Today I met with the miracle man--the wonder man-- the man who is going to (what, what)...ensure that I graduate.

His last name is Love. Could that be more perfect...

...introducing my new calculus tutor, Mr. Love.

And I do love him.

Already. Even though we only just met and no tutoring has begun.

I love him because I believe that he believes in me; he believes that I can pass. "We can do this," he declared.

That's right, I can get beyond the nine out of thirty test score. I can, I can.

Hooray for Mr. Love, my young and cute and earnest math-loving tutor man.

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