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... is arms, hugging it like it could shield him from the question.
"No," he said quickly.
I frowned. "Why?"
He let out a sigh — the kind that was half dramatic, half real exhaustion.
"Because," he muttered, eyes drifting to the floor tiles, "my mother always expects more from me."
I stayed quiet, letting him speak.
"She never said it directly," he continued, "but she wants me to be something else. Something serious. Something that sounds important whe ...
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