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a big risk of Brandon striking out. But if Brandon's life didn't run on
risks, he wouldn't have sat at the edge of a 55-story building with his
feet dangling for the sake of a picture. His mother
has never seen this picture yet the commotion caused by his classmates
led to parents finding out.
"Son, your dad and I have worked hard to get you the finest tutors and
prep books for you to go to MIT." MIT, Massachusetts Institute of
Torture.
"I'm sure MIT, like every other school, appreciates my manufactured
2300 as well as those impeccable essays about the 'perfect' candidate
you wrote." Brandon got off his bed, grabbed his phone and his camera,
and ran out the door. His mother attempted to chase after him but rushes
always beat the humankind. He ran and ran and ran, not looking back,
not even when he felt coins falling out of his pockets. Nothing mattered
in those minutes of running, only Brandon's dream.
His phone buzzed and though he thought of just dropping it, he needed it

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