"It's white," Bridge says, "and it looks... like a really bright spark of electricity, until it gets here," he taps his own palm. "And becomes the flame."
Bridge resists the urge to laugh, because he can tell that probably wouldn't go over well. "Maybe you'll get to pick your own classes next semester?" he offers.
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