Stolen Life, Stolen Style

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the smell of expensive lea

predictably, la

ked in from class, a triu

wearin

ersion

the material looked stiff, t

ed them with a new outfit, also a poor

al my style, then act lik

hing, or maybe awkwardly complimented her,

this

nough for Chloe, our suitemate, to

learly expecting

at my identical, authentic pai

ipping with false sweetness. "Those dupe

"Dupes? What are you talk

too. Cost a fortune, these authentics. You know, the real one

on the puckered stitc

flushed a

head out of he

or you to get called out. Some people

's so mean, Ava! Why are you alw

s like this. Just because she can afford expensive

ide, patting her shoulder. "

copy someone and then pretend you're the original? Is it nice to

own sobs. "I just liked th

ut of the suite, Chloe glarin

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