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"Do you have any idea what you've done?" asked her mother, furious. Darcy did, in fact, know exactly what she had done, but she couldn't figure out how to explain to her mother that she hadn't done it on purpose. The chain of events that had led to the current situation was far too convuluted to be believed. So what should she say? Was there any reasonable explanation for burning her mother's diary? Was the actual reason she had done so a reasonable explanation? She wasn't sure, but she knew that she couldn't explain to her mother she had destroyed it without admitting that she had been reading it in the first place, and her mother probably wouldn't be happy to learn that Darcy was reading the journal without permission. Then again, would admitting that she had read it possibly have worse repurcussions than that she had destroyed it? Darcy simply wasn't sure. She just had to make her mother understand that this was her mothers fault, not Darcy's. If her mother hadn't written all those terrible things about him, if her mother hadn't been writing about the lies she'd been telling him, Darcy wouldn't have gotten so upset. All Darcy wanted was to keep her parents happy and together. Why didn't her mother want the same thing?


They told him that to get this job, he had to write a sshort paper explaining that he had read and understood the employee handbook. Apparently, they had had a great deal of trouble in the past with employee's not understanding their rights, claiming they were entitled to things they definately weren't entitled to, and not getting things that they were entitled to, so they changed their policy to ensure that all new hires understood the policies that were in place, whether these were there to exploit or protect them. He had a definite problem. It had never occured to him that he would be asked to do such a thing when he applied for a job packing freight boxes that he would be asked to read and write a paper. He wondered who he could find to do it for him. He had found a job that would pay him more than 10 dollars per hour; there was no way that he was going to give that up just because of the deficiencies of his education. He was sick of being treated like a second class citizen. He didn't know who he'd ask, but he'd find someone to read and write this thing for him, even if he had to pay them.

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