The SATs and the Scapegoat

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designer perfume I' d idly mentioned wanting months ago,

most smug. "Don't worry, I'll ace these SATs, be back at Ha

o be grateful, to be rea

looked

exams, Ethan," I said

ume on the hall

ere strangely quiet,

the SATs, my ph

ice petulant. "You used to make me that special brain-food smoot

thing, just list

o? Sa

han," I said,

, I took a deep breath

e're brea

re I could seco

r, Ben called, h

e' s missing. His mom is freaking ou