
In the morning, there is an urgent knocking on my door. I wake up with a start, stare into the darkness for a second, and check the time. 5 a.m. Annoyed, I drag my feet and open it to see my father beckoning me outside. “It’s not even 6 o’clock yet—,” I start, scratching my […]
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