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that probably saved my life.
By junior year I was at the top of my class.
The shift happened at the dinner table, as most things in our family did.
I was seventeen when I got my SAT scores back. I waited for a quiet moment and told them.
Fifteen-forty, I said.
My father stopped chewing. My mother put down her fork.
That’s Ivy-level, Nora.
I know, I said, continue reading …
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