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"Huh? I don't understand"

He waited as I carefully constructedsuch an expensive school in England, as I so underprivileged in America?

"I'ram sponsored by wealthy people, a charity You could say I won the lottery or so," I added

"Youto school in London?"

"So like that"

"So it's like a scholarship? Did you perfor in order to win it?"

"I perfor bitterness like rot in an apple spread through "

He looked even more confused

"So his head

I fixedup the memories I would have rather left on the shelf

"I coton, DC My fa, in apartments called the projects"

"What about your parents?"

"My father was a drunk and always lost his job or wasted his money My mother worked in a supermarket"

He nodded, but I had a feeling that what I was describing was so far out of his experience, it was as if I was telling him the plot of a science fiction movie

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" he asked