The SAT Trap

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to be

anished three years ago,

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more important

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f bed, phone c

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om

already dressed, a str

with that? You know the r

was sharp,

Mom,

out the

, give it t

r it, her fing

asn't

message, was supposed to be of

urner I kept hidde

ing out the small, worn wooden cat Mi

o her hand inste

mbled, "my l

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d at the

ftened, the

' s not coming back. Y

lled in

with him, it'

uickly, her fac

on't you dare mention his name today, no

e rose t

on your

e wooden cat o

ur father will be

way, her sho

hand on her head, a st

t what' s best f

suddenly sma

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