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fact that I never noticed it until Chloe
pointed it out.
“Fuck off,” I flipped her off and
continued to read my book, or pretended
to, my eyes never left Cohen. Or Sinclair
for that matter. And that was the day I
started to pay more attention to them, to
her in particular, because I could not for
the life of me understand what made
people like her better than me.
