Mindful Mocking: No More Words

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Little Tonya had played along with her mothers vapid ambitions long enough. Halfway into rehearsal, she threw down the microphone and froze. Ruining Tiffany’s “I Think We’re Alone Now” was the best way she could think of to alert her parents that her true dream was to become a forensic accountant and not Miss Itty Bitty 2011.

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