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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 9 I know it's horrible bad form for me to talk like this, the truth being so unempirical and all, but that's where I sat the day I figured it all out. Staring out the French windows, sipping coffee, thinking little thoughts, and it came to me, the cure to all my troubles that were never really troubles at all-only equations with missing variables. That day, I found all the variables. Dad came in and sat down at the table beside me. My lip was still split, and he was pissed at me cause I refused to rum Brandon in. The wedding was just a month away, and Dad had it out for Brandon at this point. He usually looked the other way when Brandon beat on me-violence being the healthiest expression between brothers- but Dad wanted anything he could hold against Brandon now. "How's school?" he granted, and spread the morning paper on the table. "Good." "Bringing up your grades?" "No." He looked at me for the first time since sitting down. "You piss me off sometimes, you know that? When is graduation?" "Next month." "Are you going to graduate?" "Barely," I said. "Why?" "Because when I realized if I stopped doing anything I would still have enough credits to graduate, I stopped doing anything." |