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ted logan did not need a tutor.

well, that’s what he told himself. and his dad. and mr ryan. but had they listened? of course not.

which led him here, standing in front of his door, awaiting the arrival of his tutor, and the subsequent boredom that would follow in this stupid tutoring session. maybe he could weasel his way out of it, but it was probably too late.

he huffed, glaring back at his dad, running a hand through his unruly dark hair, and reluctantly, opened the door.