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my leg, tired of leaves.
Megan’s voice became smaller. “That was cruel. I knew it when I said it.”
“Yes,” I said. “It was.”
“I was jealous.”
“Of what?”
“Your freedom,” she said. “Your money. Your apartment. Your job. The way Mom and Dad needed you even when they favored me. The way Savannah listened to you. Everything. I made your life sound empty because continue reading …
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