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Whenever she felt herself pulling ahead, some kind of basic instinct to make people happy took over, and she folded. She let everyone else win. She couldn’t help it.
She looked like strawberries and cream, but smelled like cherries and chocolate. It was … wow. He didn’t want to think it, but there it was. She was a little Sigma dessert.
“She died the day you found me in the library. She took too much and her heart stopped.”
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