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But I guess I'm a little lazy too, in terms of not wanting to spend all that extra time in training for football or wrestling or whatever. Girls look at me, and I can usually get a date if I want one. Addie - that's what we call Addison for short - was working on biology, which she asked for some help with. We can help each other, but not do each other's work. One of his favorite sayings is "Be an existentialist! " He usually says that when one of us has to do something new and is worried about it. Anyway, she was appreciative of being rescued, and one thing led to another and I was conceived. She'd taken good care of it and it was still in mint condition. "I mean, that's the plan, as far as I know it." "Aren't you going to college? that in Russia, this attitude about trying things with someone you know already loves you is more acceptable than it is here.
There was one parked there, and I recognized it as Jerry Thompson's. There were garage doors in the back too, on the lower level of the walkout basement. She was correct in her belief that she could not only get me into the university, but that, if I declared a major in Biology and then went on into the vet school, I could get scholarships to help me with that plan. I had to take all kinds of tests, to see if I was well suited for that course of study.
It was about the difference between DNA, which is deoxyribonucleic acid, and RNA, which is ribonucleic acid. Like he said it when I was all worried about going to high school the first day. I could understand that, because I was surprised too. She was pretty, but she wasn't, like gorgeous or anything. So, having gotten a hostage pregnant, he got out of the Army and went to college. She hadn't batted an eye at putting her niece into the back seat while she was in the process of having a baby, to take her to the hospital. Instead, she turned sideways in the seat and looked at me. Anyway, she had no problem whatsoever adopting Aunt Maureen's idea of a possible future for us as her own. Maybe he was trying to restore his station as a non-deficient adult. I think she called it live action capture, or something like that. In fact, more than once she pulled my ear next to her lips and whispered that she loved me!