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barns. When I told my dad that I

would be happy to help at home for

the week, he looked at me

curiously. He knew I usually liked

school.

“Is everything okay?” he

asked.

“Sure,” I responded. “I’m

pulling straight A’s in all my

classes. I can afford the time to

help.”

My mom called the school and

got me excused, and I spent the

rest of the week loading hay and

stacking it in the barn. But on

Friday, my dad couldn’t be on the

farm to work, so he felt I might as

well go back to school. I tried to

think of some other excuse for

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