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... try to define anyone else’s? She
I don’t know where their place was. I needed to find and know where my place was.
I sighed softly, my fingers reaching for the glass of juice in front of me, hoping for some semblance of comfort.
Before I could touch it, Selena’s perfectly manicured hand snatched it away. The motion was swift, deliberate.
"Why are you even at this table?"
Her glare bore into me, sharp and unrelenting.
I froze. The question landed li ...
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