From Scholarship Kid to Capital King

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that?" she demanded. "Wa

y project, Tiff," I

ing. She wouldn

finally said. "I g

hitched. "

an. His family, his career.

. "What about my

nd dismissively. "You can always design so

of my life, I' d poured into

ve... I was going to propose it to your fat

ruggling. I knew it. I' d de

d for a second, the

real help, not some student project from you. Yo

I was nobody. Just

d. "And help him refine the design. He do

t her. The

r help, and you want me to

petty, Ethan!

as her favori

ned her spending, whenever I pointed out she was t

oans" to her friends that were never repaid from our joint savings. The way she' d ta

," I said. The words

ha

' d given me off my finger. It wasn' t expensive; she'

it on t

his? You' ll regret this, Ethan! You have not

ust started packing a bag.

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