months ago, during a high-sc
sn' t a strong swimmer. My lungs burned. Then, a hand grabbed mine. It was Ni
oically"
were eternally grateful. They invited her to our
m my ten years as a ghost. The drowning
erwhelmed by the glamour of our world. She "admired" my clothes, my
ore "authentic." My favorite dress went missing, only to appear on
og, Buster. A scruffy r
e claimed he bit her. She showed everyone a scrat
That' s when I was supposed to have "assaulted" her. That' s w
here, the past a
don't be so hard on Stella. It's my fault. I should have been
to me. "Stella, we're
nd, sobbing with gratitude and gu
welling with fake tears. I take her
out. "You're so kind. I'll
mph in her eyes before
s won. She thi
t her th
ned for misfortune. The only cure was to swap her with a "Golden Aura" baby-me. Then, after we turned eighteen, t
me out of the way. Th
l, and loving sister she could ever imagi
watch them
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