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17. Russell's excitement was palpable

Russell's excitement was palpable as he exclaimed, "Amman..."

Ted's brow furrowed slightly, concern flashing across his face. "What happened to him? Is he okay?"

Russell chuckled, his expression softening. "Yes, Ted, he's okay. Too much okay, actually. I think he’s brilliant, and honestly, he might just be the perfect fit for LTTL. The other day, he was going on about a vortex lift. Imagine that—aerodynamics at his age!"

Ted’s face lit up. "A vortex lift? That’s impressive. So we’ve got an aerodynamics prodigy in the family? You’re right, Russell. These young minds, these natural-born geniuses—they need a lift, a platform that matches their wavelength, their energy. LTTL can be that for him, for so many like him."

Russell nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. And I was thinking—could we weave Amman into the Ted Story somewhere? Something subtle but significant, something that would make him beam with pride. He doesn’t care much for conventional textbooks, but he loves seeing real-life connections. If he sees himself in the narrative, he’d feel seen, understood."

Ted leaned back thoughtfully. "That’s a great idea. We can highlight someone with his passion—someone who dreams beyond the bounds of traditional learning. I’ll find the right moment in the story, where his enthusiasm can shine through, and subtly honor his name. You’re right, Russell, these bright young minds just need the right environment to soar. And I’m starting to think LTTL might just be that vortex lift they need."

Russell smiled, looking off into the distance. "It’s all coming together, Ted. One step at a time, this is going to be something extraordinary."


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