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d me at the door, his

y eyes. "The one on degenerative cell regeneration. Her fina

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even took her online exams. She reaped the rewards-the scholarships, the accolades, the praise from our proud parent

uch a strange mix of pleading and command. "It's just a paper. Your sister has been

ld do. After gi

e, cracking thing. "Of cou

happen to her then, when her crutch was kicked out from under

pulled a USB drive from his pocket. My USB drive. The one I kept

lanned thi

ve me a small, triumphant smirk. It was

intimate, so tender, it felt like a physical blow. A hot, furious rage coiled in my

llowed every other injustice, every other

pped out of the room. I w

d photographs, and stripped my bed of its linens. I wanted to erase any trace of myse

gasp and clutch the wall for support. My body was failing fas

ought wasn't frightening a

bel, his face a mask of cold fury. Behind him stood my parents, and b

ved his phone in my face. On the screen was an academic forum, my paper

ice shaking with rage. "You told everyone she

online that I'm a fraud," she wailed. "S

oed, glaring at me over Annabell's head. "We'l