i look at her and turn away. pretend not to notice i saw her standing there with her perfect family of three. church. two rows behind us and to the left. i'm supposed to be paying attention. i fix my hair. always this competing between us to be the best. the prettiest. the most popular. the one all the boys want. i glance again, careful
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