"If I told you who I am, you wouldn't believe me."
"I'm going, Papa. You and I both know I can't hide away in these woods forever."
My father held up the acceptance letter, his eyes reflecting hurt and his voice accusing. "We didn't talk about this. I don't understand why you didn't even tell...
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