She smiled and she swung his hand. "Right," she said. "I just don't know what sort of classes I should take for that," she explained, pointing toward the hospital when it came into view. "I can't tell the counselor that I wanna work with kids of dead mob families," she said honestly. "And I know no one'd give me a job with kids anyway, not with my history."
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