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M. J. Padgett

Chapter Seventeen

“Why are you even here? Why would you think I care about your opinion?” We had been going at it for over an hour. My father insisted he was concerned about my well-being, but it sure didn’t feel that way. Seemed more like he was worried about his bragging rights, though he shouldn’t get any after leaving. Word had spread through the grapevine that I quit the football team and dropped my old friends like a bad habit. My dad still attended the club, golfing with the same group of friends every Saturday, including Ben’s father.

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