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That’s how women are, right? Always wondering about each other—curiosity and spite curdling together in little emotional puddles. Little good that does; if you wonder too hard, you’ll get everything wrong.
It’s not that I don’t have a personality; it’s just that everything I am is reserved for him. As it should be.
When things are that perfect, something is wrong.
