The last time I saw my sixteen-year-old son, Ethan, he was standing in the hallway tying his sneakers, his backpack hanging from one shoulder.
“Did you finish your history assignment?” I asked from the kitchen.
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The last time I saw my sixteen-year-old son, Ethan, he was standing in the hallway tying his sneakers, his backpack hanging from one shoulder.
“Did you finish your history assignment?” I asked from the kitchen.
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