“Because look at you. You think you can just walk in here and belong?”
I stared at her.
“I do belong.”
“No, you don’t,” she said. “You were the girl I sat next to. The one I protected. That was the deal.”
“The deal?” I repeated.
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“You needed me,” she said. “And I needed you to stay that way.”
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