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My sister had always been a master of subtleness. She could be a chameleon when she wants to, and she could be openly antagonistic without caring about the consequences.
As she sat in her private room, she still pondered about the last phone call I had with Bryan. It was a painful reminder that her idea of a perfect world was still unstable.
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