In a year I�ll be worrying about college applications, the SATs, and graduation.

In a year I�ll be saving up money and looking for scholarships.

In a year I�ll have a job and be thinking more and more about the future.

�And in a year my paranoid father will still make me come home every night at nine.

He�ll do that until the day I leave home, and I�ll probably hate him until then too.

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