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"I'm fine, really," she said, rubbing her arms as if she were trying to comfort herself. "Why are you so worried?"
She wouldn't tell me, but I knew of the skeletons in her closet. Well, I didn't know their origins, but I knew they were there.
"You can tell me anything, you know. You don't have to hide from me."
For the first time ever, she got defensive. "Please, you know more than anyone that isn't true."
She knew that she was mean. It wasn't as if it was something new to her. However, she knew it was stupid for people to think that she was going to change. She was only there to balance out the scales. Somewhere, deep down, she knew what she was doing was wrong, but she'd been doing it for so long that she didn't really care.
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