“I’m a slow study,”
she said with apologetic eyes.
“It takes me awhile to get a thing.
But when I get it,
it’s in the vault.”
I smiled, knowing she knows plenty.
Maybe someday she’ll know what I do:
She’s as bright as they come.
A slow study is only slow in someone else’s opinion.
I’d like to see that knowing in her eyes.
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