"Mr. Clinton, you promised to make it up to me," I reminded, my eyes sparkling with anticipation."I'll decide when..." He shot me a glance, dabbing his mouth with a napkin.I furrowed my eyebrow, surprised by his response. Then I remembered my ulterior motives."Mr. Clinton, would you mind tutoring me today?" His expression turned thoughtful, and I held my breath."Which course?""Anatomy," I replied, barely containing my excitement.His brow furrowed. "You are struggling with Anatomy, it's a crucial course for nursing students." I winced, feeling a twinge of embarrassment.Did I say I was struggling with Anatomy? Well, if I don't pass the cutoff mark, 'struggling' would be an understatement.CARRY OVER! Would knock on my door and I wouldn't want that..."I missed the test..." I admitted, my face scrunched up in discomfort.Luckily, I wasn't confessing to my father; I wouldn't have wanted to deal with his loud scolding.Then a worrying thought struck me. "Mr. Clinton, please don't te
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