My 11-year-old son, Nate, perches on a stool in the kitchen, frowning at the sheet of paper in his hands. “O.K., I think I’ve got it,” he announces.
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My 11-year-old son, Nate, perches on a stool in the kitchen, frowning at the sheet of paper in his hands. “O.K., I think I’ve got it,” he announces.
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