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shine brighter.
I am the shadow that makes her glow. The failure that proves her success.
I smile. I nod.
“Thank you, Jocelyn.”
The words taste like chalk.
Under the table, Marcus leans close to my ear.
“Now you know.”
“Yes,” I say. “Now I know.”
15 minutes later, the speeches end and the room breaks into small conversations. People pick at the buffet. Someone continue reading …
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