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you.”
“I work forty-eight-hour weeks,” I said, feeling heat rise in my chest. “I save children’s lives. I think I have made something of myself.”
“You are a nurse,” Jeffrey said flatly. “You are service-level staff. Let’s not pretend you are performing miracles here.”
“That is enough,” my father said.
But he was looking at me, not Jeffrey, like I was the continue reading …
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