Sam was pretty lucky that his cousin Joe had come to live with him. The three of us were all in the same math class together, which meant that Sam got free help with his math homework every night while I only got help when they invited me over. I couldn’t figure out how Joe could derive all those trig identities so easily. I mean, I could follow Joe’s answers when he showed me, and so could Sam, more or less, but how the answers came to him in the first place was like some kind of miracle. Read the rest of the story »
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I love the pegging scene between the mothers, a very Mormon phenomenon.
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