“Excuse me,” I say, then slip away from him to one of the girls in the Vegas outfits and change my twenty dollars.
I feel tears prick my eyes, and I lean over to kiss his cheek. He thought his dream of college was over after the accident that left him paralyzed. Most come from families like Debbie’s, but we have a few who are bound by their own circumstances. “We identify kids with an aptitude for science who, for whatever reason, aren’t able to access the opportunities.
Now Debbie’s a freshman at UCLA majoring in chemistry.” “She grew up in a shithole of a town in Nevada with a mom who used the child-support check to buy meth. She’s one of our most successful foundation recipients,” he says. “I think she has a bit of a crush on you.”
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