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sophomore year.
He had found out anyway.
One night, when he was sixteen, he came into the kitchen and placed a folded envelope beside her coffee. Inside was $312 from tutoring younger students in math.
“For tuition,” he said.
Mariana had cried so hard she had to sit down.
“Mijo, that is not your job.”
He hugged her from behind and said, “Then let me help continue reading …
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