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keep more. Sometimes I’m impressed by the cleverness. Mostly I feel sick.”
I watched him carefully.
This was Kyle, the golden child. Kyle, the Princeton man. Kyle, the investment. Kyle, the proof that my parents had raised at least one son correctly.
And he looked hollow.
“You know what I felt when I saw your place?” he asked. “Jealous.”
I almost laughed.continue reading …
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