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Report card day. I know my step son hates it, and I'm well aware that he's not the best student. But when Aiden came home, he was hesitant to hand me the paper. "I think there's a typo on it or something," he lied. "A few typos." He was failing everything. And, I swear, the boy had every excuse in the book for it, too. "Can you just sign it?" he asked. SIGN IT? Not until he received proper punishment. I yanked his whitey tighties hard and gave him a nice, big wedgie. I could