“You always thought you were better than me. Everyone else did, too.
You were always Miss.
Perfect, and I was just the troubled sister, always making mistakes, always in the wrong.”
“I never wanted it to be like that, Claire. I tried to be close to you, but you pushed me away every time.”
She smiled coldly. “And you just proved my point.
Any time you can blame me, you will.”
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