My Family, My Monsters: The Stanford Betrayal
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al. The snow,
wasn't there yet. Of course. Th
I had won. And I kn
d my chest. I
sed, my ha
n, sipping tea, reading a literary j
would scream "
ooking up. "Big day today, isn't
smooth, casu
wn voice steady. "But I don't think
arrowing slightly. "Oh? Not feeling
ng realis
the cheek. "Morning, Ev. Mornin
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s, Dad. Or not g
t be like that. Y
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olding the syringe
lt s
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rn felt l
sually came by mail too, a
de that letter. If
maybe it wou
. Liam Chen, my classmate, my fr
warm. He was also a high-achiever,
I admitte
t to think
nking about i
mid-morning. I had to g
ird period. The school nurse,
ically
s just pulling aw
art p
box latch. Bills, junk
of the National Innovato
hook as I
e it. Burn i
ack just as Mother' s car
mall, knowing sm
r, Ava? You' r
light headache.
have a feeling today is goi
ok right through me,
was there. C
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