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tuition estimate, and set it down like junk mail.
“Why would we spend that kind of money on you?” she asked.
I remember the exact way the light hit the table. I remember my father’s coffee cup. I remember Marcus standing at the refrigerator, drinking orange juice straight from the carton.
I stared at my mother. “Because I got in.”
“You’re a girl,” she continue reading …
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