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(Alina) Damian found me here an hour later. He stopped in the doorway, eyes slightly wider than normal. "It worked." I turned to him. "You like it?" He studied me for a moment. "It's not about what I like. It's about whether it serves our purpose." But then he added, "But yes. It's perfect." "I didn't get to thank you before, but now I am. I just hope that when Jason and Chelsea see me, they will be sorry for what they did. If they ever try to mess with me, I'll make their lives hell." I could just picture it all. “Do you think he’ll even recognize me?” I asked, still watching my reflection. Damian leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “No. Not at first.” “Good,” I said. “That’s exactly what I want.” I imagined the look on Jason’s face. Confused. Then surprised. Then maybe a lit
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