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... kets, jaw tight enough to crack. My head was still ringing from the argument, every word of hers echoing like she hadn’t left an hour ago.
Celestia. Always Celestia.
She had to be the center of every storm. The one who got the last word, the one who always knew better. If I said up, she’d argue down—not because she truly believed it, but because in her head she couldn’t ever be wrong. And the dramatics—God, the dramatics.
I muttered under my breath, more to myself than to ...
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