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ring food after the exam. Then, the peanuts. My throat closed. My
ed, her company attacked by Jessica' s followers. The worst? Dying, isolated and vilified, knowing J
destroyed by a calculated lie? I died a villain while she won. B
e SATs, once my undoing, now meant nothing to me. But they meant everything to them. The
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