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"Alison," he said. "Oh, wow, Mr. Salvatorre," I said. "I'm surprised to see you. I thought you were going home for break." "I was," I said, praying my face didn't look as horrified as I felt. "I decided to stay here and work on my paper." "Well," said Mr. Salvatorre, "that's literary salons very dedicated of you. How literary salons is your father?" "He's fine," I said. "I mean, everything's the same. You know. The tests. We're waiting. There's nothing I can really do," and then I shut up. literary salons "What's up with your father?" asked Phil, pouring red wine into a bunch of old style glass jelly jars. "Nothing," I said. "Well. I'm. I don't really want to talk about it." I saw Mr. Salvatorre give Phil a little wink and a knowing nod, like, "Shush now, leave the poor girl be," and I appreciated that. Erik was next to me and gave my thigh a little whack.
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