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"Sh*t..." She hissed as she dropped her pretzel. Sighing, she picked it up, frowning at the now dirty pretzel.
"Oh.. I see," Asher said, glad that he was able to feel less awkward about it now. "I understand that fully, though. My parents.. Of course they love my art, but they don't think I should take it on as a career. They've had a family business back home and they were expecting me to take over from them. They don't think I'll earn a good enough living unless I work there. I don't believe that's the whole truth, somehow, but I don't care what the reason anymore. Art is my passion, it's life for me.""No, it's nothing truly horrible. It's just... my parents figured Eric would stay at Harvard, and be a lawyer like dad. And, well..... he didn't. My parents had high expectations for us. And we ended up landing way below what they'd wanted, in the end. Eric dropped out, and went to New York. I went with him, because I couldn't handle the pressure of being "perfect." I mean... my mom made me do beauty pageants. If I didn't win, she'd get mad, and tell me I wasn't trying hard enough. I was sick of it... and my small town."
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