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loud enough for me to hear from the living room. "I'm jus

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immense. I wa

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in the kitchen late at night

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him about the premonition. He'

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what I was doing, who I was talking to i

ere, even to the library, "just

ars ago. I wanted to join the school newspaper. Mom

said, his voice surprisingly

so now you're taking her side against me? You

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down, looking defeated. I

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, you wouldn't want to

her' s side of the family.

plea. "Mom, please. I just want to visit

be ridiculous, Sarah. It's too expensive. And you woul

ute. Her world was the

d uncomfortably. "Susan, maybe

avid? Whose idea was this? Hers or you

ss from the coffee table and hurled it at t

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self. Dad just stood there, hi

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d started picking up th

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