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               Veronica wrung her hands, fingers tying and untying                 themselves in and out of nervous knots. Heather was                 thanking her again. Thanking her for what-it didn't even                 really matter. It was just the idea of being appreciated                 when she deserved no sort of appreciation that gnawed                 at Veronica. It ate at her slowly, until she felt she had no                 other choice but to tell the bright, bubbly, happy friend                 next to her the truth. The entire truth, even if it would                 take that sunshine out of her life for good.

                        "----Stop. Heather--don't talk about me like that.                                   You don't--you have no idea--"

                                   Veronica swallowed her words and blinked.                                    Once. Hard. Then exhaled.

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