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My Sister Humiliated Me at the Ball Until I Let the Countdown Speak for Me

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watch something rippled outward from where I stood.

Khloe’s arm was still extended, the empty crystal glass dangling between her fingers. Her white silk dress was immaculate. Her composure had the specific quality of someone who has just done something she has been planning, or at least wanting, to do for a very long time. Her lips curved.

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