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I'm so proud of you, she said to herself. A mother and father laughed in the distance, embracing a young woman. School books laid all around her, but the only friendly face in sight was her own. The happy family entered the house, raving about a show they saw that night. We're so proud of you, cooed the mother. The father beamed with pride. She crept down the stairs, and met the happy family in the kitchen. The family stared back at her, as if she did not belong. Tests and papers with high marks lined every cabinet, the table, and the refrigerator. Theater medals and trophies had a glass showcase of their own. She sighed heavily and went back to her room, littered with thick books and journals. I'm so proud of you, she said to herself, because no one else would.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
Proud
I'm so proud of you, she said to herself. A mother and father laughed in the distance, embracing a young woman. School books laid all around her, but the only friendly face in sight was her own. The happy family entered the house, raving about a show they saw that night. We're so proud of you, cooed the mother. The father beamed with pride. She crept down the stairs, and met the happy family in the kitchen. The family stared back at her, as if she did not belong. Tests and papers with high marks lined every cabinet, the table, and the refrigerator. Theater medals and trophies had a glass showcase of their own. She sighed heavily and went back to her room, littered with thick books and journals. I'm so proud of you, she said to herself, because no one else would.
ezra-schultz
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
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