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“Mom,” Younger said, tossing his backpack into the back seat of the car then sliding into the passenger seat beside me. “I think I need to work on my arrogance.”

I eyed him warily. “Why is that?”

He grinned. “Because I already developed the opening scene of the movie they will make about me.”

I don’t think it is his arrogance that needs work.

Modesty, on the other hand . . .

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