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at the screen.
“Is that doctor school?”
I laughed softly. “Maybe.”
She climbed into my lap and looked at me very seriously.
“You’ll do it. You always do.”
Then Ava appeared behind her.
“We’ll help you now,” she said. “You helped us first.”
I didn’t even try to stop crying.
Now I’m twenty-five.
I work part-time.
I take night classes.
I still get tired in ways continue reading …
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