“Reality, mostly.” The elevator slides open. She is quick to get out. “What was so wrong with Winnifred’s reality, growing up?” I’m a dog with a bone. I’m chasing her across the lobby, making a spectacle of both of us, and I don’t care. I won’t care tomorrow either. I never cared what people thought of me. It was always Grace who gave a shit. “Well, if you really must know, I hated to be the small-town gal, with the big aspirations, who knew full well people like you would always stand in my way, ridicule and belittle me whenever possible. I wanted to believe I could be something amazing, and
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