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Halli awoke on Thursday morning with a renewed sense of mission.
She’d gone to bed unhappy. First, because of the conversation she had with Professor Whitfield and Albert where they pointed out to her that she couldn’t just run off and do whatever she wanted in Colorado. Not if she wanted the college’s money. If she was going to live there on my scholarship, she would have to be a physics student, just like me. Which was the last thing Halli wanted to do.
And second, because my mother had her own point of view about the radical choices I was making lately—quitting my job, treating everyone so insensitively, acting like staying there and going to school and spending time with my mom during my senior year was suddenly so awful, and why was I acting this way, was something wrong, please
