"You've always had a remarkable gift for spinning stories, Rosalee." Melanie advanced without hesitation, her eyes as frigid as winter glass as they settled unwaveringly on Rosalee. "Honestly, you can reshape reality into whatever version suits you. With imagination like yours, it's a pity you never became a novelist. Such talent is being wasted."
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