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tuition at Redwood Heights. Housing, meals, everything.”
Clare threw her arms around him. My mother began listing orientation dates and dorm decorations. Then my father looked at me.
“Lena,” he said, his voice even. “We’ve decided not to fund your education.”
I held very still.
“I don’t understand,” I said.
He clasped his hands together with the deliberate continue reading …
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