I watched you tonight as you watched your daughter playing ball. She’s starting varsity as a sophomore—not bad for a 15-year-old kid! She ran up and down the court, her long ponytail flying as she dribbled and passed and shot the full 40 minutes. She’s a hard worker, I can tell. You must be so proud. I’d never know it from the way you acted tonight. You started out calmly enough, eyes glued to your little girl. Then she threw the ball away and you let out a sigh of disgust. A couple of…
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