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now,” he said, shaking his head in amazement. “Last time I heard you clearly, you were what, sixteen? You sounded like a mouse. Now you sound like your father.”
I winced at the comparison, but he didn’t notice.
“Actually,” he corrected himself quickly, seeing my face, “you sound better than your father. You sound kind.”
On the drive home, he couldn’t continue reading …
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