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Meche had grown to become a person of a certain composure. Things took place inside her head and heart, but she did not let people take a peek, preferring to show them only the smallest ripples of herself.
Meche had a lot of little hates nestled in her heart, but she reserved the biggest for Teófilo, the bully of the class.
She could not seek assistance from the teachers or her parents or the other kids.
“You must be careful. Magic will break your heart, Meche,”
Isadora was certainly pretty, in a way which Meche could never expect to achieve.
Meche, on the other hand, was an old soul, a vintage wine that was quickly turning into vinegar.
She hated crying. Hated feeling weak.
