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"What do you mean I can't read?" She said, "It's your spring break, and you've barely left the home." "You put me on a month's probation!" "How would that have stopped you?" I just shrugged. "Perhaps I'm maturing." "Sure," she answered, staring up at the camera as if she were seeking answers from God. "I don't expect much from you, Stephen, and I leave you to your own devices." "I told you just take a month out of your day to accomplish one thing, and we can't do anything about it?" she said as she entered my chamber and stared down at me. "Where should I begin?" he said, partly jokingly. It would have been simple to make a list like where mistakes were made. "Stephen," she cautioned, her elbows on your temples. The question wasn't rhetorical, I realized. She was desperate for an
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