I'm on my way out of Annie's house last night when I feel a gentle hand on my forearm, holding me back. I stop as Annie's dad leans down to say, "Don't give up yet." I half smile, knowing deep down in my heart I don't want to, that I never wanted to. "On advertising?" I say, raising my eyebrows. "I don't want to but I have to." "No," he says. "On
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