"I don't know that there is anything. I can't just ... see  things and not do something to make a change."

Grandma Brown looked back at Jamie. "There's more than one way to help the world. You're seventeen years old with your whole life ahead of you. Why can't you just take some time to grow up and learn how to do something besides run around in your underwear and beat people up? Why can't you take a few years off, go to school, get a degree, meet a nice boy, and fall in love?"

Jamie frowned at the suggestion of meeting a "nice boy." "Because that's just not me. I'm not a scholar. Or straight."

"What are you then? You're a warrior? You did well in school when you were younger. Your mother and I didn't un...

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