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Chapter 2: Who Are You?
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I barely glanced up from my laptop. My mom stood in the doorway of my room, arms crossed, wearing her usual "you're going to listen to me whether you like it or not" expression.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm listening," I mumbled, though I hadn't caught more than half of what she'd been saying. Something about a family party.
"Well?" she pressed, stepping inside and leaning against my desk.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "Well, what?"
"I said," she re ...
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