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ra, w
d me at the door, his
y eyes. "The one on degenerative cell regeneration. Her fina
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even took her online exams. She reaped the rewards-the scholarships, the accolades, the praise from our proud parent
uch a strange mix of pleading and command. "It's just a paper. Your sister has been
ld do. After gi
e, cracking thing. "Of cou
happen to her then, when her crutch was kicked out from under
pulled a USB drive from his pocket. My USB drive. The one I kept
lanned thi
ve me a small, triumphant smirk. It was
intimate, so tender, it felt like a physical blow. A hot, furious rage coiled in my
llowed every other injustice, every other
pped out of the room. I w
d photographs, and stripped my bed of its linens. I wanted to erase any trace of myse
gasp and clutch the wall for support. My body was failing fas
ought wasn't frightening a
bel, his face a mask of cold fury. Behind him stood my parents, and b
ved his phone in my face. On the screen was an academic forum, my paper
ice shaking with rage. "You told everyone she
online that I'm a fraud," she wailed. "S
oed, glaring at me over Annabell's head. "We'l
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