My Family, My Monsters: The Stanford Betrayal
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sed, my ha
n, sipping tea, reading a literary j
would scream "
ooking up. "Big day today, isn't
smooth, casu
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the cheek. "Morning, Ev. Mornin
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s, Dad. Or not g
t be like that. Y
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rn felt l
sually came by mail too, a
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maybe it wou
. Liam Chen, my classmate, my fr
warm. He was also a high-achiever,
I admitte
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mid-morning. I had to g
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box latch. Bills, junk
of the National Innovato
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mall, knowing sm
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light headache.
have a feeling today is goi
ok right through me,
was there. C
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