Chapter 1

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1 I can’t blame Halli for what she did. She knew she was dead. I know now, too. What do you do when your real life is over, and all you have left is this one? You do the best you can. And if you’re Halli Markham, you do a better job than I’ve been doing, pretending to be her. “I’m not like you,” she told me. “I can’t be you.” I know that. Any more than I can be her. But that’s what we’re doing, both of us. Living our opposite lives, messing them up in so many ways, maybe improving them in others. So I don’t blame her, for most of it. Just for that one thing. But that one thing—I’m not sure I can get over it.
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