“Can’t I be homeschooled? Or at least try online high school. One year. I’ve only got one year left.” I extended my arm and pointed my index finger up.
“You know what your mother would say.” I heard Elizabeth cross to the dresser.
“Does she remember what it’s like to be a teenager? Can I get a replacement for her? Or at least a refund?”
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