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don’t know how to thank you, Miss Collier.” “You just go to Gainesville. Follow your dreams from there.” My eyes burned and my throat got tight. “Yes, ma’am.” “Promise?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Have an incredible life, Michael,” she said. “Do wonderful, amazing things with your gifts. See the world. Make your mark. Thank me that way.” “Yes, ma’am.” I left by the side door and walked home alone, floating like I was in a dream. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, and the Florida sun dried my tears of relief almost as fast as they rolled down my cheeks.
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