Mom and I are driving somewhere in my abused little Mazda SUV.
"So what grade did you get on your paper?" Mom asks, referring to my Victoria's Secret marketing essay.
"A 'B'," I say.
"What for?"
"I didn't fulfill certain requirements of the assignment."
"Oh," Mom comments, "I would have thought you'd get a 'C'."
"Well, I did do a complete re-write from the copy you read."
"He must really like your writing."
"It was a huge blow to my ego."
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